You must make a lot of money since every time I bring in my recyclables you rip me off. At first I thought I miscounted but this last time there was no mistake, $3 short equals 30 $0.10 bottles or 60 $0.05 bottles (my count wasn't that far off). I would have complained more right there but since you had proceeded the evidence before giving me the money I couldn't prove my point. Anyway I reported you to Eastern Recyclers Association, if enough people complain they will revoke your membership. —Never Going There Again

A couple of days ago I went to a local grocery retailer to purchase some already cooked lobsters. All I asked was for the older woman working in the seafood department to cut my lobsters in half. Never been a big deal before but... well she gave me a rude look, a huffy sigh and started to tell me her life story about having arthritis. What the fuck!! I told her I wasn't interested in her story only getting my lobster. Then she tried to switch the focus over to not having the proper knife to cut them. WTF?? I've had fully cooked lobster cut length-wise many a times with no fuss. Sorry lady but your whole "fake pity me" attitude was easy to see though. Are you this rude to all your customers? —I'm gonna shop somewhere else next time....

Man I really can't stand you lately! Everything from that walk of yours (it looks like there's a stick shoved deep in your ass), to your speech impediment, lack of intelligent conversation and the fact that you are extremely boring (get off your ass once in awhile and stop living on your computer). Fuck you might as well be Forrest Gump. At least we would be rich... instead of you always being broke and living off me... —Run Forrest run

It is not a sport, please stop saying otherwise. It is a lifestyle or a hobby, even a past-time. Any activity that can involve drinking and gunning an engine does not qualify as a sport. The same goes for golfing, jet-skiing, bass fishing, billiards, darts, and even bowling. The relative risk factor of an activity does not determine whether or not it has sport status. Snowmobiling on hills to induce avalanches does not make it a sport, unless you need to get off your snowmobile and run for your life, then you can claim it is a sport, but then you are also an idiot, so you choose. —Jesusgun

To the two lovely ladies working at a certain gas bar in Dartmouth, screw you and your stupid air hose policies.

I woke up one day to find that the back tire on my truck was nearly flat and I barely made it to the air hose before running the risk of damaging the rim. Whew! I grabbed my 50 cents, knowing full well that this is the cost for air these days. I even took an extra quarter just in case. Well wasn't I dumbfounded when I found out the price went up to a dollar, and idiot me brought no more money. No trouble, I've been coming to this gas station for years and I'm sure someone can help me by turning on the the complimentary air stated on the air pump. No dice, "we are not allowed to give out free air, even under your current circumstances." You gotta be shittin me! After pleading, after saying I would leave my licence and bring back the 25 cents later, and to no avail, I asked for the manager. So this led to the so called manager (who was smoking out front in proximity to the pumps might I add) to waddle her dumpy ass in and tell me she couldn't help me either. I nearly lost my fucking mind! I went back to the air hose station, took a picture of the complimentary air sign that states to ask an attendant if needed help and went back in again. "Sorry," she said, she could only do it if I brought in my basketball or bicycle. What a load of shit, I threw my hands in the air and said your district manager would be notified of this crap. It was only then that this poor excuse of a manager got fed up and tossed a loonie at me and said "whatever dude."

I took that money, pumped up my tire and immediately went up the street to the next station. They had the same signs, price of air, but one major difference, they were more than helpful to give assistance. I explained what happened to me and they couldn't believe it. So to the two ladies who have no guest service skills, human compassion, or shred of decency, fuck you, take your air hose and shove it! —Fed up with poor customer service

To the obese mid-20s man loading up on cola, Oreos, potato chips, and fried chicken... let me guess, your New Year's Resolution is to become a huge, grotesque bulk of cellulite. There wasn't one healthy item in your shopping cart. The only excuse for all that crap is you're either having a party for 1000 people... or a party for yourself (eating enough food for 1000 people). Time to lose the weight. Join a gym for Christ's sake. —GroceryGal

OK I know we are all tired of hearing about lousy customer service in retail and restaurants, but I couldn't let this go:

Retail store. December 20th. Shopping with my father. Now thankfully, as of yet, my father's Parkinson's disease has only progressed to his arm and hand... for now... so we wait in the line and it's busy and we get it. 5 days before the most over-marketed phony holiday of the year, we understand so we make conversation with others in the line.

It's finally our turn, Dad starts moving the stuff from his cart to the check out and drops some of the smaller stocking-stuffer stuff. Dim-witted cashier, huffs like it is taking time out of his day... I know some might say, "If he's got PD, do this shit for him and make it faster." Fuck you, this disease will progress to the point where he won't be able to do this for himself at all, so we are letting him hold on to the abilities he has left. Slowly watch your father deteriorate and then tell me not to take him in public.

So, Dad was picking up on the cashier's frustration and getting anxious and dropping more stuff. People in the line were not reacting at all. During the 10-15 minute wait we were talking about my father's Parkinson's and others in the line were contributing who they knew had it... blah blah blah typical conversation stuff... so the people in the line were totally cool.

The cashier was huffing in frustration and rolling his eyes. He was ringing stuff in and shoving it in the plastic bags. Even after I gave him the canvas ones. Then he takes the plastic bags and dumps them in the canvas ones and throws the plastic bags in the garbage. Hurray for defeating the purpose! Now Dad goes to pay for it, he had a $20 gift card to the store and gave that to the cashier first, by now dad is embarrassed and ready to leave.

The cashier: What is this?
Dad: It's a gift card.
Cashier: *Huff/Sigh* I know that, how much is it worth?
Dad: Twenty dollars... I'll put the rest on debit.

The cashier didn't say anything at all, no acknowledgement what so ever. He swipes the gift card, chucks it in the garbage, swipes the debit card, and then turns the little terminal. Dad has to get his glasses, by the time he gets them on and goes through the prompts, the terminal times out and he has to do it again. Which sends the cashier off. He huffed again and almost yelled at dad, "it timed out because you took too long to push a few little buttons!"

I was done and so were 5 people in the line. I told him to cancel the order and give me cash for that $20 dollar gift card that he used already. He had to call a manager. The manager came and I repeated everything that happened. She said there were no cash refunds on gift cards. So, I said program me another one but I will never be back to use it. The worst was that she offered no apology on behalf of the company that hired this idiot. I will never be back and the people that abandoned their carts will have something to say too. —Cashback? Not from you

Stop it. Just stop. I am no longer letting myself be affected by your complaining: "Boo hoo, I have no money!" You went to TO last week, and there were so many Christmas presents under the tree I could hardly get in the room. If you are low on money then STOP SPENDING IT ON STUPID FUCKING PRESENTS NO ONE NEEDS! I love that you were thinking of me, but no one, NO ONE, needs three key chains. Stop buying me stupid crap because you like to have me unwrap things. I felt so bad for you a few months ago when you complained to me... I cried for you when I got home. I wasted so much energy on you... —If I get one more ugly hand-made scarf I will rip out my eye balls

Dear HRM, I walk to work. It's a ways, maybe 40 minutes, but I like it. In this climate, though, our most typical weather scenario isn't deep snow (thanks, parking ban) but temperatures just around the freezing mark. Which means a thin layer of ice. On everything. I don't care if it's salt or kitty litter or what, but could you guys put something down so that those of us trying to save carbon emissions don't wind up in traction? —My boot treads are only an inch high

To a certain pizza joint in the Dartmouth area, you have horrible costumer service with your shitty pizza deliveries. If someone asks for hot wings in their order, they FUCKING want hot wings, get it? I don't understand why you make up that your driver has gone out on a delivery run when I can hear him in the back saying, "I'm not going back down there." If you have shitty drivers get new ones. You choose to lose your customers due to not making orders right. As well as them being over-cooked and drier than a nasty weave! They looked worse then an old man's balls, seriously don't have a business in food if you can't satisfy your consumers. —Didn't get my fucking hot wings