Time is of the Essence

Creative writing free write for class.
Prompt: Write about someone with a pathetic life.

I'm walking. Walking to work. Know why? Because I don't have a car. But that doesn't really matter, I haven't had a car in over a year. I usually ride my bike to work. My colleagues praise me for it. Say I'm so awesome for "going green". Truth is...I'm not green. If I could I'd buy one of those awesome gas guzzling trucks to strut my stuff in. But I just nod, accept their praises. Who wants to hear about an old sop whose car got repossessed, no one, that's who. But now I don't even have a bike. I parked it on the curb this morning, id forgotten my lunch inside. I ran back in and grabbed it off the counter. Came out and what did I see? My bike, in the iron jaws of a garbage truck. I didn't even know it was trash day. How does one forget trash day. I had a whole barrel of trash, sitting where my bike usually does in the garage. Ironic huh. But I had my lunch, no car, no bike, so i started walking. So now I'll just be a well fed guy walking to work, rather than a starving guy biking to work. That's just wonderful. Walking makes me hungry. I figure I can eat my sandwich now, save the rest of the stuff in the bag for lunch. But its soggy. Why is it soggy. The soda cap came off. great. Now I'll be the super green guy on a diet. Oh how the office will love me. I just had to go back and get that lunch didn't I. They aren't kidding when they say time is of the essence.