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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
From Poor College Student:
Retards 'R' Us
What happened: I was dressed up in a nice shirt, tie, slacks, dress shoes, the whole works. I had an interview that was pretty important as far as my academic career is concerned, and one of my friend's husband, who is a manager for the basketball team, came up to me and said, "hey what are you all dressed up for?" I said that I had an interview. He said "what at Retards 'R' Us."
What I said: "Yeah, I'm looking to apply for a manager's position."
What I SHOULD have said: "Sort of, I'm looking to become a manager for the basketball team. I heard they'll take any jackass."
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?
Dorothy Parker or Oscar Wilde may have had the rapier wit to tweak their tormentors on the spot, but for the rest of us, we offer the Internet's only L'esprit d'escalier web site!