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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
The Booty Call
What happened: I had been getting with a girl for the past few weeks. Recently, I texted her at 3 am a few days ago, and she never texted back. The next day, she sent me a message saying "How come you only talk to me at 3 am, What am I? Just a booty call to you?"
What I said: "Well, yeah...I thought you figured"
What I SHOULD have said: "Oh of course not! Im just trying to get to know you better. I figure coming over so late at night would let us focus on just each other, and not have any distractions from the outside world!" :) hahaha
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!