Glenn was tired. I got the bright idea that, since we were going to take the trolley over to Coronado, he could wait at the ticket booth for it while I ran over to the park with the statue, on the other side of the aircraft carrier. When we had taken the trolley before, it zipped into a mall by the water. I figured that mall was right beside the statue so I could meet Glenn when the trolley arrived. It seemed so simple.

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