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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:

From ShyAnn:

You're following one

What happened: My high school English class. One of my classmates was talking about how he would never vote for a woman president because he didn't personally like the idea of following a female leader. My teacher believed I was smart enough to stand up for womenkind, even though she knew how shy I was.

What I said: I rattled off a list of female leaders: Artemisia, Boudicca, Deborah, Hatshepsut, Margaret Thatcher. He just said "That's fine, but I still wouldn't follow one."

What I SHOULD have said: "You're entitled to your opinion. And I'm entitled to my opinion that your opinion proves you're a moron."

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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