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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
at the coatroom
What happened: The classes had just ended and I was going to get my jacket from the coatroom like everyone else. Just beside the door sat a girl and told me for no apparent reason: "hey, I saw you yesterday!". I didn't even know her.
What I said: Nothing, just walked away
What I SHOULD have said: "I see myself every day."
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!