Shock waves rippled across 7th and Montana this morning as the Zombie -- known for sitting in the same chair, in the same position, for hours on end -- got up from his table at Our Favorite Starbucks and somnambulated his way to the bus stop outside. He resumed his standard position but, in a shocking new twist, he started smacking his lips together again and again, like a cow chewing his cud. A Nearsighted Pedestrian (pictured above) tapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you know the bus schedule?" The Zombie swiveled around to face him, took one look at his head, and started smacking his lips together even more loudly. I knew it was time to intervene. "I wouldn't expect an answer if I were you," I muttered, "The only bus this guy's waiting for is heading straight to the Twilight Zone." "I see what you mean," said the Pedestrian, who took off up 7th Street. As for the Zombie, he eventually went back inside and ducked into the restroom, only to emerge several minutes later in a Gossamer Skirt. "Yikes," said Genevieve, "Did you get a photo of the slit in that skirt?" I must admit, I can't figure out why the Zombie sometimes wears this skirt. Maybe it's for Ghouls Night Out ...?