Having been transferred I was happy to leave behind a few undesirable things with Westgate(RIP), chief among them were the mall zombies. The crusty organisms that hovered at the front door five to ten minutes before opening. The people who would stay all day, never buy anything, and be the last people out of the store at closing. It was too much to hope that they’d never heard of the other store. In a mix of shock and disappointment last month I saw a Westgate “regular” rummaging through our trash, same sunken eyes and listless expression, same insane mumbling, same mall zombie who grabs half finished drinks from waste bins and finishes them off. I did not eat lunch that day.