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.
