To the sexy yet arrogant asshole in Lower Sackville, why in the blue fuck would you be so far into the middle of the road? What are you doing, besides holding up the bus's route schedule? Did you lock yourself out of the car, or were you talking on a cellphone and figured the bus can wait, and when the bus driver held up his arm to indicate to move and you flipped him off. Do you really wanna be a metro hood ornament or feed the crows when you’re a douchetastic road waffle?

Whatever the excuse you had, it was holding up traffic and your dumb ass reason and way of acting honestly brands you a moron. The rest of the bus-users were talking about how you poorly acted as we went by. Eat a bag of dicks and have a nice day. —Malh

I pulled up at the red light turning onto the MacDonald Bridge from Dartmouth to the minivan in front of me just sitting there waiting for the light to turn green. There is no right turn on red, that's true, but only between 6am and 9am and 4pm and 6 pm. It was 9:10 am. So, because we didn't have to just sit there, I honked my horn. The minivan didn't move, either because they didn't know it was after 9 am or because they couldn't see the sign from their position. In any case, I was annoyed enough, but then YOU had to show up and block the other lane. You, Mr. Mid-50s on a motorcycle being all high and mighty, commiserating with minivan and shaking your head at me, tapping on the side of your helmet like I was the one being a dumbass, while I continued to honk and firmly inform you that it was "AFTER 9!" while tapping my watch. OK, so maybe I was being a little aggro, but for fuck's sake, I was RIGHT and you were being a dick. You had a full view of the sign and yet you just assumed that I, a young woman, was the one in the wrong. Fuck you and your minivan friend for wasting two minutes of my time with your bullshit. I'm not vindictive enough to wish you physical harm, but I would find it pretty satisfying if a garbage truck backed over your bike while it was parked outside whatever shitty workplace you were going to. —Cranky Sedan

I asked for very little in return. But would you help to grind the grain? No. I'm sick and tired of asking. Live with the consequences. —Little Red Hen

Are you peeing on the bus? Who's peeing on the bus?

Every morning I get on the bus and am hit with the acrid stale urine smell. Is some one taking a whizz in the back? Is it those lowlifes with the puppy in the bag (which is why it smells of poo)?

Who is peeing on the bus, is it you? —Pissed Off

To the cyclist in the watermelon helmet who tried to pass me while I was coasting on a downhill in a bike lane: the correct way to pass another cyclist is to ring your bell (if you don't have one, get one! it's an important safety item) and say "on your left" to indicate where you're passing. The incorrect way is to yell "excuse me" over and over (I had no idea this was addressed to me; it was quiet and blended into the background noise) and then say "the bike lane is for biking" as you finally pass. This convention exists for a reason! Cyclists all over recognize it, but even when they don't, it is very clear what is meant when you hear it (unlike "excuse me" which while polite, is functionally useless in traffic). No need to shame anyone going slower than you! Please learn the safety conventions so that you're not being a danger to yourself and others by causing needless confusion. Cyclists get enough hate from drivers, we don't need it from each other. —The Bike Lane Is For All Cyclists

I had my dear grandmother visit for a month this summer. She uses adult diapers, which are 10 times stinkier than a baby's diaper. Halifax requires Haligonians to put their diapers in the clear bag.

HALIFAX ONLY PICKS UP MY GARBAGE ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS! WTF!? THIS SHIT HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE! DON'T JUST LEAVE IT ON THE STREET!

I pity the neighbour that parks his motorcycle down wind from my garbage cans. —Wrinkled Nose

Recycling halifax has new radio ad about "grasscycling."

"Grasscycling is when you let your lawn cuttings fall into your lawn. It is a great new idea and you should try it!"

OMFG! City hall is paying someone a good salary to come with...um...nothing! Hey, dumbass! It is called mowing with a mulching blade. It has been around for many many decades. Just because you gave it a new word doesn’t mean that it is new.

I am pissed. I am pissed that someone pays you a salary. I am pissed that you are so smug to think that this is something that only you know about. I am floored that you don't recognize that this is not something that requires a high priced educational ad on the radio.

Do the taxpayers a favour and quit your job so someone worth their paycheque can replace you. —In the real world, you'd be fired for wasting money.

It sounds like a line from Trailer Park Boys, but the ASSHOLE that gave my friend from out of town a parking ticket at 7am couldn't be satisfied with just leaving the ticket and moving on…but sat his bald ego in his pretend cop car and waited for her to come back and leave. But that wasn't good enough for this dickhead. She gets in her car, takes a few seconds to get her seatbelt on while he sits in his little truck and starts shaking his fist at her. And even then this loser trying to act tough gets out, walks up to her window and hollers at her again. I did security, and these companies don't give a shit about anybody…just quotas, and acting hard…they love to hire wannabe cops and dicks who like to throw around fake authority. Half of these idiots brag about how their training is the same as cops…fuckin losers. Honestly, they wrote over 600 parking tickets this year to 200 and some last year. These companies are taking the city for every dime they can. As for this bald shit head? Well…I better not see you out somewhere with out your oh so powerful uniform on. —Security Companies Suck Ass

I'm sure it gets boring behind the counter of a small store, and maybe you hadn't seen your buddy in ages. Regardless, if someone you don't know comes in the store it would make good sense not to shit all over another independent business, especially when you don't know if that 'new' customer in your store has know the business owner you're saying rips people off and is a general asshole for almost 20 years. I hovered close to you and your bud while you dumped on the guy. One of my greatest flaws is that I can't keep my feelings off my face—even your 60+ eyes had to see my eye-rolling when I was by the cash looking at items behind your friend, planted in place like a statue in need of removal. There's nothing sadder than 60-something men gossiping about other small business owners, basically calling them scammers and failures. Had the actual owner of your been in she would have turned her attention to the only paying customer in the store, and wouldn't have been gossiping in the first place; sadly it was two geezers who couldn't care less who was there, who they might know, or what they wanted.  The customer service sucked, but hearing two silver-haired men tearing apart another small independent business owner was  well beyond pathetic. Easy to see  who deserves my money and who doesn’t. —Not My Typewriter

If you park at Mumford Road to catch the bus, you will notice the orange vest security guards protrolling the parking lot. Their job -to make sure that if you don't park in the wrong place or face fines.

Unfortunately there is not enough transit parking spots and security will offer you no solutions if they are filled up. Doesn't matter that there are hundreds of empty parking places whenever I park or retrieve my vehicle at any time of day. What a waste of money to have security patrol these parking lots each day to tell people to move. Is common sense truly dead?

As a result, I park so far away from the bus terminal now that I no longer bother to shop at Walmart on my way home (where I used to park). I hope your tenant appreciates the couple of hundred dollars I no longer spend on groceries there because of this ridiculous parking policy. —A Frustrated Commuter