Pull up to the EarthFare, get out of my car, walk towards the door. It's 50° and windy. I'm wearing shorts (as always).

Guy in a grubby baseball hat and work jacket, maybe 40 years old, a little less well-maintained than most of the customers here in this somewhat upscale yuppie suburban shopping plaza walks out of the store and steps up to me.

Guy: The cashier in there just asked me if I wanted a surprise. I told her Paul Ryan is going to destroy the country...

Me: ...uh...

Guy: And it's because he's just another DC politician who doesn't do shit but point fingers and collect his paycheck. He's going to be another Boner, whatever his name was. Do you watch these people?

Me: I...

Guy: And so I ask her where she's from because she doesn't sound like she's from here. And she says Masstachufets, Massachoosix, Massachoosits. She's a fuckin Yankee. And I ask her if they have to pay for the queers to use the women's bathroom up there. And ... know what I'm saying? You know about this? The queers ruined marriage! They want to marry anything and everyone! They're going to make us pay for them to use the bathroom. And that Bruce Springsteen - what does he know? He's a Yankee too, right? He should mind his own business.

Me: I...

Guy: Because Obama is about to take all the guns. Have you seen this? He's about to grab all the guns and then there won't be any way to stop him. They killed that Judge in his sleep. Did you know his pajamas weren't even wrinkled? Who sleeps like that? And he crawled under his pillow. And didn't wrinkle his pajamas! And they're bringing in Mexicans to fill up the districts, their districts! Makes our vote count less! I tell you, I'm a veteran, did tours in Korea, and I'm thinking about leaving this country before it goes completely to shit. I'll do it, too!

Me: Um...

Guy: You gotta get out now. I'm telling ya!

Me: Umm... Huh. I'm freezing. I gotta go. Take care.

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It was like a National Review comment section came to life and attacked me.