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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
"Sorry, I thought you were 8"
What happened: One night my brother (21), sister, (20) and me (14) were out at perkins. It was fairly late at night about 10pm. We had just went in there for a piece of pie. The waitress comes and and places a kids menu infront of me and then turns to my sister, thinking she was my mom and says "Isn't it a little late to have her out?" My sister just looks at her puzzled. She then turns to me and asks "Do you want some barbie stickers little girl?" (Note I am only 5'1 ft and 15 now)
What I said: "No I'm 14! How old do you think I am?" (she thought I was 8 and I was 5ft then!)
What I SHOULD have said: This is where I need help...I don't really know how to respond to the whole people thinking I'm younger. I like being short, expect people thinking I'm ten! It's so frustrating!
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!