There wasn't much of substance to the last one, anyway. I dreamed I was in a boardroom at, yep, YC Honda again. More of a lunchroom, but it served the same purpose. I was trying to sell the two Anguiano boys, the Giant and the little one we just called "Aguinano," on a style of social distancing that they needed to be employing at work.
I don't remember much about it, other than it involved the latex gloves they normally wore anyways and possibly a measuring device for achieving optimal distance at all times. The rule of thumb was one giant arm's length distance (a giant's arm being nearly six feet in length).
Mel Mascardo was sitting at the table looking at his gold Honda Mickey Mouse watch and silently judging everyone, as was his usual mode in times past. That's about it. I've faithfully reported my scraps for the night. May I pee now?
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