Just lead with, "This is a robbery." That I had to ask, "Is this a robbery?" only served to cost you precious time and make the whole business needlessly frustrating for me. Clear, direct communication is key. — Smokeshop Cashier

If you genuinely want to create and spread love, just show up and be loving. It needs no public announcement or heralding on high to make you feel good about yourself. — A Humble Heart

I was walking down the sidewalk today when I was literally forced off it by two women walking side by side. I had to step around their selfish asses and got a headful of water running off the shop's eavestrough above, ruining my hair! Learn some sidewalk etiquette, people! If you're walking down the sidewalk with another person, merge right and fall into single file so the person coming toward you can pass. Share the sidewalk, assholes. Next time, I'll yell right in your face to "MOVE bitch!" The same goes for people in stores who leave their shopping wagon in the middle of the narrow aisles and pretend they don't see you trying to get around them. You are not the only person on earth. Get some couth, you damn dickheads!
—Fellow Citizen

Dear people, there's this thing in all cars in trucks—it's called the turn signal indicator. Most, if not all, know this exists, however many do not what it is for. Please go to YouTube or Google for operating instructions before you get yourself killed.
—Idiots

The reason there are so many rules surrounding the area known as the Public Gardens is to protect the grounds from those who may take advantage and misuse them through plain ignorance or malicious intent. These rules should not be viewed as a personal affront or bureaucratic boondoggle. To put it in the simplest terms, the Public Gardens is not a park—it is a garden for all to enjoy in perpetuity. Its designation literally means that the space is to be treated very differently than a park.

You should not walk on the grass unless you and your children wish to examine the flora, which is permitted. Interacting with the wild ducks is not a problem. It is unwise to feed them because they become accustomed to this behaviour and will not migrate. Its beauty and atmosphere is meant to be enjoyed, but it should not be treated as a mere picnic site to use at your convenience. If you had a pristine garden at your home that you cared deeply about, I doubt that you would take very kindly to complete strangers endlessly traipsing through it and mucking about at their pleasure.

I suggest that you take some time and look into the history of the Public Gardens. The story of its genesis and raison d'être may help change your negative attitude, and teach you to teach your children that the Public Gardens is not a playground but a Victorian oasis in the middle of a modern city. It should be cherished and respected, and its mandate defended by everyone who appreciates the privilege of entering its gates.
—JZ, Historian

Thursday nights at our favorite dive bar was a fun tradition for our little group. But that's been shattered by a "karaoke killer." No, she's not crushing her "performances" but merely murdering our good time with her multiple visits to the stage and warbling in an irritating monotone. There should be some kind of "one-song only" rule to prevent such annoyances, since it appears her friends and the establishment are enabling her behaviour. We've identified a solution, though: Now we meet at a different bar!
—Drop The Mic… Please

Here in Nova Scotia our populace is still small enough that we extend courtesy to those around us, especially on the sidewalks. I understand if you come from a place where this is not the case, but if you are a guest here, please leave your disregard for others at the door.
—Neighbourhood Watcher

To the tall lady with dark hair who spoke to me today at the grocery store, saying you must really love your job bla bla bla and here's to you. I know now it's you who keeps drinking in the bathrooms. I know now it was you who put that beer can in the middle garbage. Do yourself a favour you bitch: GO TO THE FUCKEN BARS AND DRINK THERE STOP DRINKING AT THE GROCERY STORE FOR FUCK SAKE! Do you even know what a bar is duuuuuuhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Take your alcholicisum and go drink at the bars, don't butter me up anymore with your "oh you're so good at your job" crap! It didn't work so fuck you bitch, go drink at the bars!
—I Know Now It's You!