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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
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What happened: Awhile back I fell in madly in love with a girl who I thought was perfect. But after we started to get a little more intimate she started asking wierd quiestions... One day she asked me what would I do if she ever died...
What I said: Well I dunno... I would be sad and heartbroken
What I SHOULD have said: Well why dont you die and we find out...
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!