Berries & Sorbet

Last night on the train I noticed a homeless man wearing a pair of shoes that I own. Well, not exactly the same pair. They were different in color and size, but the same make.
What did this all mean? Was it a window into my future? Were the gods trying to tell me to throw out my shoes because they would somehow destroy me later in life? Is there some cosmic level of shoe brotherhood that me and this guy are bound to?
Well I thought about it and decided no... we are just two guys with similar shoes, who are riding on the same train.
Then I got off at the next station and went and bought a smoothie. The kind with berries and sorbet.