Why do people argue with employees?

This blog isn't the only thing I do to spread my all knowing wisdom. I happen to run some pod-casts online for some of my friends. So on that note:

I recently made a pod-cast about how Gay Marriage should be legal. I mentioned certain issues and arbitrarily mentioned that churches aren't letting their followers find their own path. Not exactly an over-statement considering how I'm from a small town called Hermon which is governed by the local church, the largest building smack dab in the middle.

I had my friend air it (He aired an opposing one to be fair). The website is a very common forum and most of the highschool students in Hermon like to go to it when bored because they can see their once seniors airing their opinions.

One of the highschools students had showed their parents my argument. The parent had apparently seen me around, working at the local grocery store, and decided that he would look for me whenever he was in there to give HIS two cents. Apparently his child had not showed him the other video...

One day I was in Danforths parking lot around 8:00Pm chilling with a co-worker before I was going to hop in my car and leave. A large truck appeared and a disgruntled man hopped out pointing at me. The conversation went something like this:

"You boy, you that atheist on the web? "

"No Sir, I'm Pastafarian" I said with a straight face, I deal with this shit all the time working security, so I was ready.

"Great now your a pot-head"

"Can't prove it!"

"Fuckin, 'splanes why your a fag lover." Legit, this is how he spoke.

"Wo, wo, wo..... Wo, what are you talking about?" I was actually confuse.

"I saw yer web cast, and I thought I'd tell you that gay is wrong!"

"Ok, thats irrational. Did you stalk me?"

"No..."

"Do you have feelings for me?" I was pushing it here, but the person I was chilling with is a GIANT. I was quite safe.

"Listen, I'mma -"

"Ok, I really don't have time for this redneck bullshit. Bye."

"Fuck you I aint no redneck." Illustrating his intelligence so beautifully. "I'll have you know, I live in a two story house and run a puppy mill-"

"I didn't know they stacked double-wides? And don't tell me about you wife's fetishes. Bye."

You can safely assume I spent the night at the giants house. The guy was over-all harmless and didn't make an attempt to follow us.