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From workin' man:

Average Idiot.

What happened: Our store is across the lot from another grocery store, and we had a customer try to push one of their huge bulky carriages through the door of our tiny pharmacy.

What I said: Ma'am you cant bring that carriage in here.

What I SHOULD have said: Umm, are you fucking retarded? Get the fuck out of here!

on the stairs

L'esprit d'escalier

The French call it l'esprit d'escalier, "the wit of the staircase," those biting ripostes that are thought of just seconds too late, on the way out of the room-or even, to tell the truth, days later. It's happened to you: you've suddenly thought of just what would put your foe in his or her place, but past the time when the arrow could sting its victim. You've stewed in your own juice ever since, and the chance for singeing repartee is gone forever.

Or is it?

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