Hawkers

I am at a big party.  The party is ancillary to some bigger event, perhaps a football game.  It has been infiltrated by a group of people who are selling some kind of product I know to be bogus or useless.  I keep confronting these individuals, but they ignore me and go on trying to persuade other people to buy their stuff.  Finally, I get into a big argument with their leader.  We are in the center of the room, and everyone stops to listen to our debate.  I manage to get this guy to admit that  he doesn't even know the ingredients of his products.

I feel vindicated and start to leave.  The parking lot is crowded.  I find my car, which is a cream colored old Beetle cabriolet with a white top with lots of crome and added driving lights, actually has a large SUV or pickup parked somewhat astride the passenger side.  I remember that I also have a van there.  I am trying to decide whether it would be practical to tow the Beetle behind the van so that I won't have to come back later...