The suburban loser is at his first trade show. It's not until he walks up and introduces himself to people that he realizes he forgot to print business cards. Most people aren't looking to purchase new factory furnaces in the year ahead, but maybe in the future they can talk. One person gives the suburban loser an impossible price and asks him to beat it. At an invitation-only cocktail party, he notices a nicely dressed older man peel a twenty from a fat roll of cash held together with a cheap rubber band. The suburban loser feels too embarrassed to take out the monogrammed leather wallet his fiancée bought him at the mall for a Christmas present, so he stiffs the waitress who later asks to see his invitation. He calls his fiancée back at the hotel, saying his night ended earlier than he expected and he regrets cheaping out on a hotel so far away from the convention center, which is where all the action was.