You fork over the paltry few bank notes you have left in your wallet (recalling, of course, that the cooking competition, with its several million dollar prize, is your one ticket out of your destitution) and take the bunsen burner from the apathetic cashier. No time to waste! The competition starts in mere minutes, but it takes place on the other side of town. No money for a cab...

Buckle up your shoelaces and sprint!

Look for a bicycle or something to, uh, borrow.