There is a moment that comes to every Woodbury Common shopper as he or she drags around that concrete desert, feet burning, starving but loath to visit the food court, ready to retch at the syrupy muzak that pursues patrons even into the very toilets, when the hapless visitor thinks: For this I paid $27 and sat on a bus from Port Authority for an hour? Do I really have nothing better to do with my life than schlepp around... More >>>