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From Beng Beng:
Drugs? Yes please!
What happened: I'm french, and living near Switzerland. One day I was driving back home with a couple of friends when we are arrested by customs officers for a routine check. We all get out of the car and the officer asks: "Do you have any prohibited substances?"
What I said: no officer.
What I SHOULD have said: why? You have some to sell?
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?
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