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Here is one story retold,
albeit with a pithier ending:
From spOrky:
Return trip
What happened: I'm about 5'10', with a beard, moustache, and brown hair down to about my waist. My girlfriend and I were walking out of a 7-11 on a Sunday morning about 1am, and one of the homeless gentlemen of the city laid eyes upon me and said "Wow man.... you look just like Jesus."
What I said: "Ok." as I ducked into my car and pulled off.
What I SHOULD have said: "I said I'd be back."
L'esprit d'escalier
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!
