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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: Ok I bought my dress for freshman formal (9th grade equivilant of prom) and I needed to but a strpless bra to go with it. I walked out of the dressing room (in my dress) to tell my mom none of these will work, and this old lady was staring at me & was like "OMG look at this CUTE little girl in her adorable dress!" & then proceeded to make it known she thought I was 10 yrs. old and needed a padded bra like she had. (The 10 yr old didn't bother me because I am 5 ft or less, but I'm a 36 C.. that's not that bad, esp. for someone small)
What I said: I just laughed & changed & then like ran out the store.
What I SHOULD have said: Well mine are bigger than yours right now & I'm not even wearing a bra.. (not too funny but I'm being serious)
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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