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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: I happened to be at a Goodwill store and started to get interested in a nice looking employee. At one point she went under the counter and looked up at me from the glass. She said "anything you want to see?"
What I said: I stammered out, "nothing right now"
What I SHOULD have said: "Yes, you, after work."
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!