Tables are cordoned away; movable chairs can't stay; long line meandering Zara-- a big "sale" sign tells all; short line outside a few stores; no line for most. I should be buying something-- a cheap bling; or a summer slip with string; I feel so guilty that I only come here for daily walk. Please don't look at me with expectations. If I am a good consumer, I won't be consumed by guilt right now. Here in Edison, especially in Menlo Park Mall, people know their trade; people won't waste their sales pitch or smile. Girls selling cosmetic don't even look at me-- they know with an Asian face, I only go for Shiseido. Women greet customers with a spray of fragrance, but not to me-- they know with an Asian face, I rarely buy perfume. But shoes... No high heels No flat heels. Here is a pair of DKNY sports shoes-- I don't even know DKNY has shoes, let alone sports shoes. So much for my non-existent fashion sense. But it's a wonderful pair: black and white, so elegantly colored, contrasted, paralleled; so fit to my contour, so mildly heightened at the heel. It's a pair made for me.