Take Me To The Pilot

So on my 55th birthday, my Jeep decided to blow up. Literally. I was taking Julia to her friend when the radiator exploded, covering the car with antifreeze and a lot of smoke. I got Julia to her destination then tried to make it home. No such luck. I was a mile away from home. The next day we went to buy a used 2013 Honda Pilot. I love this car. Truly. Everything was running great until a few weeks after I bought the car, the engine light popped up on the dashboard. I kept driving it to work because we were down a vehicle already. The car still works fine but I don't know if the light is malfunctioning or if the engine is in trouble. So, I call the dealer and ask about fixing it. I called a week and a half ago. I was walking yesterday and the female at the service center said, "We can't fix a Honda Pilot," despite the fact I was told they could. She kept saying they cannot work on Honda cars and that was that. I get that. What I didn't get was this woman could have called back the next day after I put in a date to come there. No, she waited until the last minute to screw me over. Luckily there is a Honda dealer five minutes from my home. If the Honda people can fix this, I'll go there forever.