I See Myself Reflected in the Fanboy Stranger

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.