Hillary Clinton talks some shit and tries to get me fired again

I was working at, you guessed it, YC Honda again. I'd been away for a while but was taken back because of the sympathetic nature of the owners, Art and Joellen. My employment was tenuous and conditioned upon my getting along with everyone. No problem, right? It's not like I had to be good at working on cars or anything. 

I was working doing something when I heard that a customer had brought a car back and that I was "the last person that worked on it." No mind that I'd been gone for years, it was still a "comeback." 

I went over to look at the car. The customer had the hood open and was attempting to work on this piece of shit 1980-something white Prelude right there in the service drive.

I was relieved when I saw it. No way were they gonna blame me for the condition of this hunk of crap. I asked what it had been brought in for previously and what it was currently doing or not doing. It wouldn't start. And it had previously been brought in for a brake job or some such unrelated repair. I was in the clear. Now my only job was to condemn this bucket, and I could be on my way. 

 "Well, first off, it has a carburetor..." I began my speech, "No one works on those at all anymore. New ones are over $900, if they were even available, which they aren't. So...next!" That was easy. 

"And another thing. It is a 1985. Bad year. Make sure you don't ever buy a 1985. They notoriously suck. If you do buy another one, buy it so you will have parts to fix this one."  I was full of good advice. 

Next, as I was wandering around, I overheard someone say that Hillary, who was the boss's daughter in this dream, had been opposed to them hiring me back. I was livid upon hearing this and began to search around for other people who might be able to support me, or else confirm what might be a widespread opinion, that I didn't belong there. I found someone else, Johnny Castillo, who tended to agree that I was washed up. 

I thought about it, and it was true. I had let my smog license lapse. If I was going to work there, I needed to get it reinstated before they found out. Perhaps I could still do that.  I mulled it over and decided that I had let it lapse intentionally, that it was a decision I made in order to not wind up working in the automotive field again. And yet there I was. 

And here I am having yet another stupid dream about Hillary, who stole my lunch, by the way, at my stupid old job that I never want to go back to again except as a customer to get my oil changed and maybe some free shit done to my car on the sly.