This past weekend I was at Geek Girl Con (YAY GEEK GIRL CON) and I’ll be writing about that tomorrow. Because that deserves its own post. But it was certainly ironic that this happened while on my way HOME from this particular convention.

To give you a sense of my state of mind, yesterday I woke up at 4:20 in the morning, got into a cab, got to the airport, and got on a plane by 6:45am. I landed in Phoenix, had a very short layover, and got onto a plane headed for Newark, NJ. You may notice, I haven’t mentioned FOOD yet.

That’s because I didn’t get to have anything more than tea and crackers until 7:30pm last night.

So. I was grouchy. And my head hurt. And I was tired. And I was in NO MOOD for bullshit.

I got into my cab, settled back and told the driver how to get to my apartment. A bit into the ride he says something, and I say “Pardon?” being that I’m semi deaf.

He snarls “I wasn’t talking to you”.

It’s not until this morning that I realize what I actually said was “Pardon” in FRENCH, because that’s the language he was speaking in.

You see, during the ride he was telling his friend, in French, about his passenger. How hot I was, how perky my breasts were. How he imagined my vagina would feel.

And then he said “She’s blind. I’ll bet you she’d like it if I fucked her right now. I bet you she’d be really surprised by it. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

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Now, for those of you who don’t know. I’m pretty close to fluent in French. I certainly understand more than I speak, and my accent has been referred to as “flawless”.

So I understood EVERY. SINGLE. WORD.

And I waited. I tweeted what was going on, without the specifics of what he said, because what he said was super rapey and scary.

I waited until the car was parked. Until the locks were unlocked. And then I began speaking in French. I asked him to pop the trunk, I asked for my receipt. I thanked him for handing me my bag and told him that I’d be calling his company to inform them of what he’d said about the lady in the back of the car. And then I called his company.

Here’s the moral of the story: if you think women aren’t smart enough to speak more than one language, you’re an idiot. And if you think it’s OK to speak about strangers like this in ANY language – YOU’RE WRONG.