You can never think of those suave and so fisticated retorts when you need them. They only come to you after a bout of self-loathing and a meal. Maybe a nap. And certainly after whoever needed the retort has gone to bed and says he’ll talk to you some other day and to get the heck out of his basement.
Yep, hindsight
oh well
Although he still could sell the stuff and then tell Hubris.
I think the French call this “stairwell wit”, when you think of a retort while going up the stairs after leaving the room where you had the conversation. Or, maybe it’s the “”D’oh!” moment”.
On the other hand, Hubris’ reaction would have been faked anyway, since Paste’s mother’s “Paste-care” payments are probably more than what Lowell could have gotten from the Cracker Barrel for that junk.
Nice touch altering Lowell’s physical features to match his imagined retort.
And his haircut.
Our internal body images rarely jibe with external reality. For instance, in dreams and nightmares… I still have hair. Odd, really.
at least Lowel can be happy over Hubris shocked expression if he had actully sold his stuff again.
I think this is just where Lowell should have gotten the ‘ten minute rule’.
This means that whatever he comes up with in ten minutes will be considered a ‘snappy comeback’…..
Unfortunately, it seems to have taken him a full hour to get this far…