What I Shoulda Said...

I hate those moments. You know the ones- where you are presented an opportunity to display your sparkling wit, your razor-sharp tongue, and in a matter of seconds put someone in "their place"... That twirling turn of phrase that avenges all wrongs, both real and imagined, and places you firmly higher-up on the intellectual ladder... Yes, of course, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
The reason I hate those moments? It's simple. It is because ever single time those moments present themeselves you go completely blank. It's not until after the fact that you are suddenly hit with "what you should have said".
I recently had one of those times. I was presented with an opportunity in which to verbally "put the smack down".. and instead, I did the complete opposite. I may as well have curled up on the ground and showed my belly. Ahh... some small consolation... I didn't actually make a verbal a$$ of myself either.
It wasn't until later, while in the bathroom (a freudian connection perhaps?) that what I should have said came to me. Instead of staring blankly and mumbling something about not blogging much recently, I should have smiled sweetly, and said...

"Hey, it's not really "all about YOU", but if the shoe fits..."