Go to What I SHOULD Have Said... main page
Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
From Victor Codpiece:
Welcome to Europe.....
What happened: I(an American) was in Europe for the first
time visiting England with my girlfriend(Irish) in 1989. We a German friend of hers and I was introduced "Hi this is my boyfriend Victor - he's American". The very first words out of his mouth are not "Hello" or something equally pleasant but "I hated Ronald Reagan".
What I said: Taken aback I came up with best line I could: "So did I"(and I did).
What I SHOULD have said: Great - I hated Adolph Hitler.
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!