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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
The Children were more mature than him...
What happened: I work at Chuck E Cheese and this guy came in during one of the busiest times he could be there. He is waiting in line and I run up from the back to help the other cashiers. I say "I can help you here sir." He begins to go off on me about how long the lines are and how long it took me to come up and help. He is using the foulest language I had ever heard in there. I was trying to help him and trying to keep everything moving while apologizing profusely. Finally he flipped me off and took his tray.
What I said: Have a "Magical" Day! (which was actually pretty good and I think he deserved it.
What I SHOULD have said: I'm sorry but is your mommy here, we can't have four year olds in here by themselves.
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!