Ahem. I'm waiting.
Um... thank you.
Yes, indeed. You're welcome. You don't even need your Big Book of Whatever the Hell You Were Talking About to see that I was right. That foot of snow outside your front door should be sufficient.
I said thank you. Isn't that enough?
Well, fine. Thank you that I'm not stuck in stand-still traffic on the freeway in a gross bus. Thank you that I'm not in some gruesome accident. And thank you, that I now get to sit home eating chips and onion dip while my friends are all at that fantastic party and I've got no one to play innuendo games with!