Reasons Not to Talk to the Bag Guy at Kowalski's

Picture it: St. Paul suburb, 9pm Friday night. 22 degrees F, walking out of the grocery store with the bag guy following me to the car with my meager purchases.

Me: So, how are you tonight?
Bag Guy: I'm great, how are you?
Me: Good, just worked a 12-hr shift.
Bag Guy: Well I used to work 14-hr shifts in construction (at this point, loading 2 grocery bags and 2 boxes of soda into the car)
Me: Oh, I guess this isn't so bad then.
Bag Guy: Nah, this is a piece of cake compared to that (now finished loading bags into car).
Me: Good, ok, well thanks.
Bag Guy: So, who are you voting for for president?
Me: Um, you know, I'm not really sure yet (puts hands in pockets to signal that it's 22 degrees and I want to get in my car).
Bag Guy: Well you know, Hilary Clinton, I'm not going to vote for her. Because - well not because she's a woman because I don't mind women, I like women, but she's just sneaky. She's always being sneaky.
Me: Oh (turns and takes a few steps toward door).
Bag Guy: And you know that guy Osama? No, wait, um, Oba, Ob..
Me: Obama?
Bag Guy: Yeah, him. You know he was raised by Muslims. And he was raised a Muslim, and I don't want know Muslim running the country. Plus, he's invasive. No, um..
Me: Evasive (clear tone of annoyance at this point).
Bag Guy: Yeah, evasive. You know when they ask him a question, he answers with another question.
Me: Yeah, they do that sometimes. Ok, goodbye (jumps in car, nearly taking off own leg in the process).