I was recently in Luebeck for work, and during the trip up from Hamburg a very friendly woman in her eighties was chatting me up about her travels in China and whatnot. When she first approached me, after a brief exchange about travel itineraries and such, she said,
"You're not American?"
"Yes, I'm American."
"Oh... You must be one of the eight percent."
"???... I don't know. What's the 'eight percent'?"
"Only eight percent of Americans have any sense."
"

I don't know about 'eight percent' but I certainly hope I'm part of whatever percent it really is."
"My husband says it's closer to six percent."
She was very friendly, and I did enjoy the bus trip with her, but she kept blaming me for Arizona's desert and other bizarre takes on America's "failures":
"You didn't use good farming practices in Arizona, and now it's a desert."
I never had anyone accusing me a desert-creation before, so I didn't know quite how to respond at the time.
"America is finished," she kept saying with finality. It got tiresome after a while.