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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
From Your Name:
What happened: I had just moved to Australia to study when I was invited to a party. Being Swedish and all I naturally set sight on the girl looking most accesible and took her home. I didn't think to much of it until a few months later when I had gotten to know the crowd that invited me a lot better. Apparently this girl was considered impossible to get close to and had been considered some kind of icon amongst the guys. When I told him that she was more than willing and quite assertive he said:
- I didn't think she had it in her!
What I said: Ohhh yes she did!
What I SHOULD have said: Sorry if I did anything that offended you or the other guys.
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!