A while ago my wife went to the mall to do a little shopping. For some reason she can't fully explain she has to eat at the food court whenever she's at the mall. I think it has something to do with her being a child of the 1980s. Anyway, she was at the mall, eating teriyaki chicken of questionable origin when suddenly a man approaches her. He says, "Boy, it looks like you've had a rough day." Now, my wife is a kind woman, and she doesn't have a good sense of knowing who might be a creep, so she responds, "Nah, it's been an alright day." Encouraged, the guy says, "You know what I like to do when I've had a hard day?" apparently missing that she's had a fine day. Still the innocent little lamb that she is, my wife asks him, "What?" To which he replies, "I like to give foot rubs. You look like you could use a foot rub." Finally the bells go off in her head and she tells him she's fine. He makes a couple more feeble attempts that she rebuffs and then he leaves. When my wife told me this story I asked her if the man had a Canadian accent. I'll explain...
Someone in British Columbia has a serious foot fetish. The problem is these feet aren't attached to the rest of the body. For years now, a series of feet have been washing on the shore of beaches in BC -- one foot at a time. Eight feet in total have washed ashore. The feet are all still in shoes.
There are different theories as to where the feet are coming from. Some theorize the feet are coming from boating accidents or plane crashes, and some people think serial killer or animal attacks. No one really knows.
Here's a Wikipedia article about it.
(bonus point to the first person to comment a guess as to why the photo in this post is funny)