Vapid. Obnoxious. Painfully clueless.

Her sequined outside has always thinly veiled the bitter aftertaste and despair of a life unfulfilled.  

It’s just no one cared to notice.

Wearing a grey blazer, a stack of photocopied resumes fluttering in the passenger seat, Kelly Kapoor signals right and leaves Scranton. Because even she is entitled to dream.