Ok, this is sort of fitting after LV's post. It might come under the Too Much Info heading, but here goes.
It was also in France, and it happened after a night where there really were no 'preservatifs'. I trudged sheepishly to the chemists on a Sunday morning, suffering from not enough sleep and far too much hangover, my command of French having completely deserted me, and tried to make the assistant understand that i needed the morning-after pill. There was a gaggle of old housewives in for their weekly prescriptions and my attempts to explain became the subject of intense scrutiny by everyone as I got more and more blunt.('baiser'was one of the few relevant words i could remember, and i think thats been explained already)
Finally a feisty old dame of about 80 caught on, started cackling gleefully and winked at me. She had a few words with the assistant, who sorted me out and off i ran.
Just something to keep in mind girls, if you're not going to take precautions, for gods sake at least take a phrasebook!