Sounds like you're more likely to run into a grip of alpine hardman wannabes, drowning in self-loathing as they closet-shop the outdoor retail megalith they so vituperously slander in public.
"GRRR, where's some core shit I can buy and then return after my dog eats it? Fuck, I hope Twight don't spot me in this prissy joint. Gawd, I hate myself...grrr."
Speaking of shopping, where do you get your nails done and buy all the rest of your metrosexual paraphenalia?