Upon arrival by train in Chester, I was almost immediately greeted by a young man who obviously thought happy hour was 11 o’clock in the morning. He inquired how much I would sell my trainers to him for. I guess I was not blending in quite as well as I hoped I would be. Maybe it was the Iron Man Mont Tremblant Canada bag that I was lugging around with me that gave it away. I politely, and with as much confidence as I could muster, told him they were not for sale and then imme