Mi car...that traitor...bastard...Today I wake up motivated ready to go to school. I took a shower, groom my self, spend like half a pound of gel in my hair and I even had time to check my emails (heck if I had food in my fridge I would even had made me breakfast)I got time to spare I was happy. And then the irony the FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU of my day, my car won't start. I said to my self it isn't so bad I can always put the car in gear an push it down the parking lot, but that wasn't the case today every tried to move my car people had to pass and the funny thing is that every time they passed they slowed down an looked me like if I was stealing my own car, I swear there was a lady about to call the police or something until she saw me closing the car an setting the alarm. And to my luck Im starving and the nearest thing is a BK which is a little far on foot and even If I walked there I have solar-urticaria (allergic to bright lights)and Its a nice sunny day!

note to my english speaking friends:
A pie (the title) means on foot, not a pie