I'm jogging the boardwalk at Mission Beach in San Diego. I'm doing the Ticket Demo Middle-Aged Male Shuffle-Jog, so everyone is passing me. The good news is that you get to see the handsome backsides of SoCal Trophy Wives and Hopeful To-Be Trophy Wives receding gradually into the middle distance.
And with all the natural beauty of the Ocean Pacific to the left of me, what to my wondering eyes does appear, but evidence of the impressive geographical spread of Ticket Greatness:
There's even an arrow to point out how to find it off the boardwalk there. I'll just follow that arrow and . . . oh.