View from the Top

Well, that didn't happen.
Come on, sweetie.
My mom, always optimistic,
was on her fourth
husband, Pete.

Come on, baby.
Come on.

Ugh. What happened?
Rodney. His son.
No need for DNA testing
on that one.

l still had my mind
on a different life

beyond Silver Springs.
Then l met Tommy,
the high school quarterback.

Boy, was he a great kisser.
Together, l knew
we were going places.

He went as far as
assistant manager at Big Lots

and used his pull to get me a
job in the luggage department.

This is the best bag
money can buy. Bar none.

You've got the nylon twill
with DuPont protective coating.

This is the bag you use
when you fly?

l've actually never been
on an airplane,

but if l ever get to go on one,
this thing is gonna follow me
around like my own little dog.

My birthday came,
and l didn't have to make
the same old wish.

Tommy and l had found
our way out.

Hey. l caught you.
Donna. Hey.
l thought you didn't get off
till 8:00.

l got Becky to cover for me.
Now that you're here...
Let me have the card.
No, no.
lt's silly.

Just forget about it.
lt's actually kind of corny.

Hey, l brought that dress
that you like.

Want to watch me change?
-No, hey, Donna.

Don't read that.
Come on.
l like things that are corny.

You're breaking up with me?
ln a birthday card?