Actually, two mustachioed men left their van with tinted window, followed me into the Skirack and watched me remold my boots. Then when I walked down to confront them, the harassed me me and pretended like the were invisible. When I told them I could see them, they broke down weeping out of the Skirack. True Story
On a side note, big props to Skirack. They refitted my boots for free even though I didn't buy them there. Thanks Joe, you're the man.