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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
From psycho boy jack:
fun with fruit
What happened: While working grudgingly at the gap (i was really desperate for money, and ended up being one of the only straight guys working there) a manager was walking with me when another super-gay employee walked up with a Banana republic bag. At this point, the manager adressed the bag holding gay guy and said "oh, you're a banana boy huh?"
What I said: nothing, I bit my tongue and quietly snickered until I could get away.
What I SHOULD have said: Have you told your parents yet?
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!