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Seriously, you've now stolen a potentially asbestos-containing bag of garbage off my doorstep?! I was going to keep adding to it, but I guess you wanted that plastic sheeting, dried ceiling popcorn goo and potential cancer-causing fibres! (I can't afford asbestos testing so I treated it like it did have asbestos). Between you and the neighbours who steal all of our plastic and paper recycling bags on a regular basis, I'm tired of it. Maybe I'll put out dog shit next time and you can steal that as well? — Careful Of The Asbestos
To the gaggle of entitled middle-aged women who took over my table at Humani-T Cafe while I was trying to read my Toni Morrison novel: At first it was just one of you who asked if she could sit at my table, since the cafe was busy. You hovered over me, and I felt too intimidated to say no. Then you brought your whole cohort and y'all sat so close to me that I felt literally pushed out. It's been a tough week and I just wanted a little joy with my book. Screw you. — Angry Reader
Always remember this before you buy a pet: "If you can't handle the responsibility, then don't even think about owning a pet." Seriously people, I am sick and tired of everyone not picking up their animals shit. Start practicing responsible pet ownership or I will personally call animal control to take your damn animal away. —Get Off My Lawn!
Your children do not have the right to disturb my peace. They can screech in your house, not in our adjoining back yards. You know my feelings on noise; it was quiet before you moved here. It will remain that way, even if I must make noise complaints. And I will. Yes, and you know I will. —Take heed…