So using free ticket to go to a double bill of Charlie Chaplin again was awesome, again. Exit le cinema onto road to be tapped on the shoulder to be asked directions, which I am astonished to find I am able to give despite being an incompetant limey who has about as much geographical prowess as a spoon.

*insert blah blah blah turn left turn right directions in habitually goofy British accent*

Commence to bid them goodnight as I turn to go home, only to be arrested by a tap on the other shoulder, this one by a blonde girl who looks a little less sober than a bottle of tequila.

“Tu est Anglais?” Asked in a curt and Canadian accent; I can only presume this is a rather tipsy girl from Quebec, but hey nothing wrong with that, right?

“Oui?” I reply in a slightly hesitant way in my always-horrible French accent.

Now we have something rather unexpected, as instead of the usual ‘oh crap that was about the extent of my ability to speak French’ we have this.

*insert her attempting to slap me in the face, me instinctively leaning back, which does not produce the cool Matrix-effect dodge desired but instead results in her fingernail giving me a scratch on the left cheek.*

Wtf what even was that.

Complete stranger used random raeg attack; it’s marginally effective 8|

Now I can honestly say I have not encountered that many people from Quebec save one girl in my class, but I was generally of the opinion that they are all very nice despite my country having its (as always) somewhat disasterous past with the place what is it with the English and picking fights with everyone in history I mean really it’s just embarrassing.

I can only presume that the crazy-French-flail-attack was the unplanned result of whatever amount of alcohol she had injested prior to the event, mostly off the basis that she looked about as stunned as I did and legged it faster than I have ever seen a drunk girl leg it immediately afterwards. Her friends apologised and looked rather incredibly mortified before chasing after her after I said something dim-witted like 'oh it’s okay this sort of thing happens to me everyday lol.’

Sort of hilarious and ought to make for an interesting 'so how was your night’ discussion tomorrow with my classmates.

But, really.

WTF.