There in the convenience store, he unashamedly purchased the largest soda and the largest bag of cookies. He flaunted the resulting waistline, wrapped in a t-shirt that trumpeted his love of kiddie krap. He had my beard, my nerdy reading glasses, and if I'm not careful, my gut. I thought my own geeky indulgences for sugar and Spidey were well-hidden in my public guise. But the Fanboy Stranger revealed the truth: they recognize us by our shoes.