Not only did you almost completely ruin the reputation and viability of a space that has potential to be one of the best in the city but now you've bounced cheques to at least three of your (now thankfully former) employees with no sign of reimbursement. Employees who have stood by you, held your hand and enabled you to "play cafe" for the past two years. Employees who stayed on with you for an extra two weeks so you could recoup some of your losses only to realize it was at their own expense. —Extra Salty

To all the "entrepreneurs" on social media selling flameless candles, makeup, adult toys or whatever overpriced junk it is: Nobody wants to buy this shit. If they do, they either pity you or you guilt them into it. If I want to buy a candle, I'll go to the store and buy it for half the price. I don't need a "consultant" or a "representative" to order it for me. How the hell do you think you'll make any money when there are 10 others selling the exact same thing within a square mile? Quit harassing everyone and give this shit up. It's embarrassing. —No thanks!

The new health centre in Bayer's Lake is meant to serve the ENTIRE province of Nova Scotia, not just the downtown core. Just because the location it doesn't prioritize the commuting of South End  and downtown residents doesn't make Bayer's Lake a wasteland or Clayton Park a ghost town. Most importantly, remember that flooded decayed hospital shaped building full of Legionnaire's disease and bed bugs that houses and treats sick patients? Would you prefer we kept services there or would you maybe like some new facilities? —HRM Resident

OK, here's the scenario: jumpin' on the #54 from Woodlawn area to do downtown Dartie stuff, mid-afternoon, too early for rush hour.  Firstly, Smiling Mild-Mannered Bus Driver:  you're 8 minutes behind schedule.  Do you not realize people may want or need to make that departing-on-the-hour ferry to Halifax?  Secondly, Middle School Moron strolling down the aisle to the rear exit door in slow motion, texting all the way...Uh, could you move a bit slower, please?  The Texting Generation drives me frickin' bonkers.  Thirdly, those of you (usually with bulging knapsacks on your backs) who insist on standing when there are plenty of seats available:  WILL YA SIDDOWN ALREADY!!!  You're either blocking passenger traffic along the aisle, or at the front or back doors, making loading/unloading take longer and putting the bus further behind schedule.  Smarten up, all of you. —Crotchety Transit Rider of the Pepsi Generation

The current site for the QEII as proposed by the present government is, while not the worst thing in the world, certainly not ideal. What's worse is that redevelopment of the QEII Site could accommodate a new Outpatient Wing if we consolidated several surface parking lots into a Multi-level lot, allowing for more parking WHILE keeping Outpatient Facilities downtown. Why the government doesn't consider this idea seriously and why the government continues to go about with short-sited white elephant schemes is beyond me. —Planning Graduate

She smiles sweetly at me. She jokes and slaps my arm. She asks what I think and feel. She pretends she cares. I thought she did and she was my friend. I truly liked this woman until I discovered she was keeping a dairy of me at work. She bought me birthday presents. She complained about me behind my back. She got me fired. —I thought she was my friend

I'm sick of the way a popular coffee chain under-toasts their bagels.  I asked for toasted, not a ball of glue.  Toast them longer!  They suck. —Going back to gas station croissants

Oh, darling motorcyclists—I do understand your feeling of joy and happiness as you get your bikes out and throw yourselves around the province. What I don't understand is why you have to rev at dangerously high volumes in residential areas. You're wearing earplugs, so you probably don't notice but even a few floors up my paint is peeling in shock. —Whassat you say?

Why not just ask me for liquor money? I always give the the guy in Montreal five dollars for beer; at least that's for what he says it is that he wants the money. "Look, I'll be honest with you. I'm an alcoholic and I'm looking for beer money..." I respect and reward his honesty. —The guy who won't acknowledge your existence

I am tired of going on runs downtown just to be catcalled/yelled at/hit on by men (mostly older, mostly white). This happened on three separate occasions during my run yesterday. I have headphones in, I am breathing heavily, I am clearly by no means looking for social interaction of any kind. Stop trying to hit on me—it’s getting you nowhere. —Fed up femme