A few weeks ago a friend shared with me a statement: “Thank you for breaking my dishes.”
The story goes that a person had an overnight house guest and in the middle of the night, the host awoke to the sound of dishes being violently broken. He made beeline into his kitchen and witnessed his guest standing in the midst of fine bone china carnage.
The host says to his guest: “Thank you for breaking my dishes!”
I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely certain that ‘thank you’ wouldn’t be among the first 500 or so words that would spring from my lips.