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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
Staples oh Snap!
What happened: So I'm a senior in high school and earlier this year I had a part time job at Staples, the pay was awesome but the work was aweful. Anyways, I was doing register training with this really sorry looking 24 year old state college English major who didn't persue anything having to do with his field and instead worked for crap pay at Staples. It was a Friday night (probably the only Friday I worked) and he turns to me and says "Heh, you'd never catch me working here on a Friday night when I was in high school..."
What I said: Oh... right... *akward*
What I SHOULD have said: Heh, well you'll never catch me working here once I get OUT of high school. Zing!
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!