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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: Well.. I was wearing my "my eyes are up here" shirt to school one day.. apparently this is not dress code because I am "trying to attract attention to my boobs."
What I said: Fine.. whatever.
What I SHOULD have said: I'm sorry this shirt doesn't attract attention to my boobs.. my boobs attract people to my boobs. I'm just giving them a chuckle while they're down there.
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!