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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
From Lex Black:
What happened: My ex-boyfriend's aunt and I talked one day, and we really got along. She really thought all of my jokes were funny, so when she asked me what one of the unanswerable questions of the universe was, in my opinion. She definitely wasn't expecting my answer.
What I said: "If homosexuals can't reproduce how come there are so many of them?"
What I SHOULD have said: I still can't figure it out!
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!