One often ends up cooling one's heels in the lobby when meetings run long.

After seeing the angry messages, one cooled one's jets and avoided replying in haste.

By cooling one's jets after the heated meeting, she signaled she would return with a calmer, more constructive attitude.

Nothing cools one's jets faster than being put on hold for an hour.

After hearing his tall tale, I muttered, 'cool story, bro,' and walked away.

The party's unofficial cool-o-meter pegged his retro jacket at a perfect ten.

When the meeting grew heated, she reminded everyone that cool heads must prevail.

When she started lecturing him again, his friend muttered that it was best to save one's breath to cool one's porridge and just walk away.

After I explained the plan several times and he still misunderstood, I finally decided to keep one's breath to cool one's porridge.