I'm walking around with a tray of hors d'oeuvres: crustini topped with smoked salmon salsa drizzled with horseradish sauce. Suddenly I realize I have just walked within earshot of the perfect schmooze- the non-funny statement, timed like a joke.
"You're going to put more miles on your car than you did on the flight-" Two to three seconds pause; the group let's the non-funny funniness sink in. All at once, hearty monotonous laughter erupts from all those present. Schmooze status: complete, no longer pending. It's all textbook.
And so I keep passing hors d'oeuvres.