To the woman in the bathroom stall at the gym: I don't think the multi-stall bathroom (that has no entry door and is open to the whole locker room!!) the best place to get off. I hope you don't cum here often because it was pretty selfish of you to do that at the gym. I don't want to hear that or smell that when I need to piss after a workout. And neither do any of the other unsuspecting gymgoers. How about we just do that business at home?
—Just Wanted To Take A Piss

I'd like to chirp in with my two cents on this housing crisis we're experiencing in HRM. I am also looking for an apartment to rent. I found a two-bedroom in Woodside listed for a reasonable price and went to look at it the other day. When I arrived, I walked up a few flights of rotting, rickety wooden stairs (with holes in the boards) that seemed about to collapse. When I got to the top vacant flat and met the landlord, he pointed out a few broken windows that had been boarded up with plywood. He said, "These windows are old, so it can get chilly here in the winter." No kidding! And no mention of fixing the windows.

I ask if the heat/hot water is included. "No it's not, and it's electric heat so it can get pricey."

You walk into the apartment and you're hit with a smell of mold and dampness. The wood floors have white paint splattered ALL over it. The apartment has a tiny living room and kitchen all in one area, and it looks filthy and disgusting and run down. The two tiny bedrooms are painted god-awful colors, one is bright fuscia pink the other is bright smurf blue. Again, no mention of planning to clean the place or repaint before the next tenant. I felt like asking this guy, "Are you serious, bro?"

This place would probably end up costing well over $1,000 bucks when you factor in all the electric heat you will be paying to heat the outdoors with all these broken boarded-up windows. I should have confronted the landlord for trying to scam people into renting this squalid property that isn't fit for any human being. What a waste of my time! No wonder there were no photos on the ad. This property needs to be condemned! It looked like a squatter's house or a trap house. I got such bad vibes there. It's not even fit to squat in. In fact, I wouldn't sleep a night in that place if YOU paid ME!

If anything is going to change, we need to do our part. I think I am going to give the tenancy board a call and give them a heads up about the kind of slumlords they allow to operate in HRM. I too have had enough!
—Shut Er Down

I know you don't mean any harm by it and it's just your way of being friendly, but it makes me and a bunch of other people we work with really uncomfortable. You don't need to run your hand across my shoulders or waist when you first come in for the day, you don't need to grab my wrist to get my attention, and you don't need to give my arm a squeeze when you leave. I know it's probably a cultural thing and I've been called a racist for bringing it up, but I don't like people being in my personal space or having people other than close family or friends touch me. I've had bad, BAD experiences in the past and given all the talk about unwanted touching and consent and so on over the past couple years I would've figured it would be common knowledge that randomly touching people and getting in their space is a huge no-no. Please just stop.
—Is it so weird to not want people touching you?

You added me on social media and I kinda felt bad for you despite your reputation as being a man to avoid. Turns out yes you should be avoided. Do you have a life? Or do you sit on your computer all day being a slime? Not my first rodeo with online men and, as it turns out, you are pushy and do not understand the word "No" or social cues. Being narcissistic, balding and having a beer gut does not make you much of a catch! Got it?
—I'll pass, thanks!

I really don't get it: People on our street are stealing our paper recycling bags every night before the truck arrives to take it. It means that if I don't want you taking my paper recycling bag and rifling through my stuff I have to make sure I put my recycling out just before the truck comes. Yeah, my neighbour and I have seen you taking our stuff! This is creepy and unnecessary. Just take the bottles like everyone else does!?
—I'm a good sharer, to a point

I was in a change room on Saturday and you put the top of your cellphone camera above the wall, stupidly thinking I wouldn't notice. Well I did notice, and although you got away I wanted you to know your sad and pitiful pervert days are numbered.

Think about your mom/sister/daughter/people in your life, and how disappointed they are going to be when they find out about your creepy and perverted life of crime. Oh it will happen, and its going to happen soon.

I also wanted to send love to the store staff and HRM police. The way you all responded was pretty impressive. Thanks.
—Pervert-aware thrifty shopper

First you yell at me across the parking lot before I finished closing my car door to ask if I had any spare change. After I said no, you continued to badger me and asked if I will have change when I'm done in the store. I ignored your second question and proceeded to do my errands.

I knew as soon as I saw you sitting there when I left you wouldn't leave me alone, so I avoided eye contact. Yet you yell again asking if I now have spare change.

Now you would think this would be a one time occurrence, seeing as I have never run across you in the area before. Nope, unfortunately, a few weeks later on my way home from work at 10:30 pm I stopped at the gas station for something and what I thought was just a drunk from the bar next door flagging my car down turned out to be you again! You ran up to my car before I got out the door, and you very aggressively asked if I had spare change.

How dare you run up to me (a female) in the middle of a dark parking lot. I am fully capable of defending myself, and you're lucky you didn't get cut. I suggest you think of a new way to hassle people for their hard-earned money.

I work and go to school and can't just throw money to people who harass me. Don't get me wrong though, if your technique was different maybe I would have gave you my change. Take hints from the gentleman who sits outside a local liquor store: He sits out of the way of the entryway, he only smiles when you make eye contact, while he sits with his cup. When I splurge and treat myself to a few cold ones, I will offer my extra change to him, he says thank you and have a great day. No harassing manners, a pleasure to deal with, unlike you.
—Why won't you go away!!!

You live down the hall and call me to help you out when you're on a "hard drive" and need help...but at work, you treat me like shit, bully me make me cry and mock me whilst doing so. You are the worst person I have ever known.  Don't expect me to do fuck all for you anymore so don't fucking text me, don't knock on my door you evil imp.

I'm telling your girlfriend all about you and how you harass me for BJs. You're 50 years old, just a waiter at a greasy dive because you have burned your bridges elsewhere and NO ONE would hire you except another sleaze like yourself... you are not special. You're not even attractive anymore. The years of drugs and booze show on your face. When I quit that job I just might spit in your twisted, ugly little face. Fuck you, la la. —Pit Bitch

When I said I was sore from sitting down all day at my shitty office job and need a massage, why did you think that was a clever way of telling you I want a massage from you? If I said my car needs a tune up, would you go outside and lift the hood? Keep those creepy vibes to yourself. –Desk Jocky with a Bad Back

Would the person calling my house every night at strange hours from a private number but fails to leave a message please find something to do with your life.  I got a theory about you private number people. You are likely one of those annoying people that everyone screens and avoids when they call. You have counteracted this by asking your service provider for a private/unlisted number. This is so that you can continue to harass and bug the shit out of people without them knowing it’s you like a little sneak. Sometimes, I'll answer it. Then I always hear a voice I do NOT want to hear. I'd rather chew my arm off than talk to the person so I make up an excuse and hang up. You annoyances never leave a message, either. You just wake us up out of a dead sleep with your incessant ringing; finally awake now and not able to fall back asleep. I am left wondering...who could that be? When I know very well it was an annoying person. —private numbers are for assholes