No, it's not a new band.
I dreamed I was working at a car wash, but it was more of an outdoor auto repair shop. There were parking spaces that doubled as repair bays with lifts. The lifts were in short supply and were owned or claimed by the many mechanics that worked there. I was temporarily without a space to work, but I had a car that I was up-selling some motor mounts on.
I approached Mike Cardenas, aka the Chocolate Bunny Rabbit, who was doing a brisk business in his own stall. I asked if I could use his stall for my motor mount job.
Unheard of. Out of the question. It would certainly tie up the stall longer than would be tolerable.
He would take the job off my hands, ie. do it for me, but not let me use his bay to do it myself. He offered to give me the time, so that I would get paid, just so long as he did the work.
Sounded like a good deal to me. He was unselfish like that. And the job would take him a fraction of the time it would take me, so no biggie.
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