This is an old one, but I always enjoy telling it in new contexts:
Trump walks outside the White House aimlessly. He slowly picks up a stone, inspects it closely, then puts it back and continues his slow walk.
Vance is worried and calls the Kremlin for help.
"We’ll look into it, Mr. Vance… hang on… Oh. We’re terribly sorry, the fault is ours. By mistake we’ve sent him the instructions meant for Lunokhod.
Yep, it’s that old, but very recyclable.