Walking into the gas station, wearing my Green Lantern sweatshirt. A guy about 20 years younger than me is coming through the door, wearing a Superman sweatshirt. He holds the door for me and our eyes meet as we pass. 

“Hal”, he nods. 

“Kal”, I nod back. 

“Be safe out there” he says, and continues into the parking lot. 

A woman waiting for us to clear the doorway looks at me quizzically. I smile at her, “Ma’am”, and keep walking.

Best. Gas. Station. Moment. Ever.