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

From Babyboo:

to boobear

What happened: We went to a movie and you got me food and i didnt eat it because i didn't want pop corn to be stuck in my teeth in case i'd kiss you.. then i didn't even stand beside you till i had to leave when i finally kissed you

What I said: nothing, i was shy and just wanted to look at you :)

What I SHOULD have said: I LOVE YOU! :P mwah!

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?

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!