Coasted right by the front door on my way to my local dollar store at the other end of the mall to pick up a dozen replacement reading glasses. They don't last long with me.
But I don't think that I have ever seen a larger crowd at Tarzhay, as we used to call it when I shopped in their designer aisles. But the customers today looked a lot less hip, much more frumpy and somewhat pleasingly plump, too. But they were all carrying stuffed shopping bags in both hands.
Maybe when the neurotically fastidious and demanding set makes room for the real shoppers, it will turn out to be a bonanza for Bullseye the Dog's masters.