Despite having put on my specs, I can't read all those regulations...
This mall has become my meeting place for picking up my two oldest grandkids. It seems to be the halfway point between me and their new home in Orlando (sniff, sniff). I meet them here, we have lunch (usually at Chick-fil-a), and then exchange the kids. It's a happy trip when I'm picking them up and a not so happy one when I have to take them back.
Yes, you know how much I love my grandkids if I have to force myself to stop in Gainesville to pick them up!
That's my kind of gator!
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