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?
No.
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!
You're welcome.