I can’t ignore bad translations. I can tolerate them, but I can’t ignore them.
While I was living in Spain, I saw many items of clothing which had English slogans splashed across them. Unfortunately, more often than not it was clear the design department hadn’t bothered to run the text past a native speaker.
I started to take photos of the things I saw in and around Valencia. To reassure myself I hadn’t imagined them.
For example: