Linda says to Billy . . .
. . . you know the type, she doesn't go by "Beth" or "Liz", but by ELIZABETH. She wakes up in the morning and puts on her sensible shoes and her cotton underwear and drives her Subaru to the trade-show.
She gets a bag from one of the vendors and stops at each of the booths collecting her freebies and every document of solicitation they offer - she's polite to everyone, asking questions while pushing her eyeglasses off her nose by the bridge. She brings just enough business cards to gently place into all of the raffle baskets. She sits alone at the free lunch.
Tonight she'll go home to her two bedroom condo, fix herself a T.V. Dinner and grab an ice cold diet coke out of the fridge, even though she's 50 lbs. overweight. She'll climb onto her couch, switch on the T.V. which goes immediately to E! Entertainment Television, her cat will jump up next to her and curl itself inside her folded legs.
She'll sort through each and every piece of material she has collected making a "keep" pile and a "discard" pile, keeping everything in neat little stacks and reading through everything in the "keep" pile.
Then after the evening news she'lll go off quietly to bed, by herself, until tomorrow . . . You know the type.
Billy says -
She's wearing a wedding ring . . . she's not that type at all.
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