To the asshole who smashed the rear passenger window out of my '07 Sonata and stole my bag a few weeks ago, on Cambridge Street: I hope you enjoyed my clothes and toiletries and that it was worth your legal risk and my inconvenience. I understand when times are rough...I was driving an '07 Sonata, after all...but that was a seriously douchey move. I drove four hours to visit someone important to me, under some already depressing circumstances, and woke up the next morning to that. I had to drop money on new clothes and other essentials so I could stay a few days like I planned. Next time rob a nice car for your thrills and/or drug money. They probably have theft coverage and can afford it anyway. —Toothbrush-less In Halifax

Whatever happened to piping in instrumental elevator music in public places? I realize it was rejected by the baby boomers in favour of “With Or Without You” and “Patio Lanterns” being blasted out of tiny speakers, but now I can't shop for my groceries without being subjected to a nothing but a public piano for any kid that knows how to play “Heart & Soul” or “Chopsticks” to practice on.  With the second Cold War looming upon us and life more hectic than ever, let's bring back the soothing balm of musical wallpaper in places that suck to be in. —Elevator Rider

Once again, as we near the Jewish holiday of Passover there is no matzah to be found on the peninsula. I’m not asking for much. It’s a flat dry unleavened bread, it’s not like it is a challenging perishable item. It is essential to Passover. The usual location was sold out, another one “wasn’t carrying Passover food this year” and the third shop I visited today directed me towards the ryvita section. It has been like this every year I have lived here. Buck up Halifax—stock the matzah. —Disgruntled And Matzah-less

I, like many young adults in this city, work in the service industry. I work hard, I stay sober, I keep crepuscular hours. It isn't glorious but it's a lifestyle I've come to appreciate (and it seems like the only way to pay off student debt). If there's one thing that really grinds my gears about working this industry—in this city specifically—it’s all the GD good-for-nothing loud AF construction. It's everywhere, and it starts incredibly early. I feel like I've been moving from apartment to apartment for the last three years trying to escape it! Wouldn't you know it, I find a quiet place and I'm sleeping like a baby all winter until kablam! All of a sudden there is a hulking machine less than a block away from my bedroom window pounding ANOTHER enormous hole into this good green earth beginning each morning at the ungodly hour of 7am. The maraschino cherry on top of the Shirley Temple is that a lot of contractors and developer-type folk come to my bar all the time! And I have to be nice to them! Will this madness ever end? Ugh. I'm moving, who's with me? —Sleepy Bartender

I once worked at a local eatery for several months where I thought myself valued by staff and customers. One day, my female employer took me into her office and told me I "wasn't here to get a boyfriend" (yes, I am very friendly and therefore naturally flirty, and yes, my boss was neither, and likely jealous). I went home crying (I was young). The VERY next day, she gathered the entire female staff and said we need to wear more lipstick and "spice up" our looks (for more business). I GTFO. Double standards, bullying, general drama...So glad to be out of restaurant industry. —Lipstick H8r

I attended a great dance performance with my sister-in-law on Saturday in downtown Dartmouth.  Sitting in front of us were a family which included 3 young, very well behaved children.  During intermission I heard one child say 'I'm hungry'.  The father gives the kids a snack.  After a few minutes I could smell this very pungent  fishy odor!  I looked at my sister-in-law, who had her scarf covering her nose and we both busted up laughing!  The lady in front of us asked the man what did you give them?  He replied 'Fish Jerky' and shrugged his shoulders.  She asked 'do kids eat that', his reply was 'apparently'.  I swear that smell lingered throughout the entire second show and with each bite of jerky taken, it got stronger.  The smell was burned into my nostrils.  It was actually hilarious but come on man, use your head!  It's a small theater and who wants to sit and inhale what smelled like a huge bucket of putrid rotting fish!  OMG the things that happen...lol!  Great time was had by all. —Casey

I have grown to STRONGLY dislike people. Fortunately for me, I am in the hospitality industry.  I dream of moments where I can unleash my true feelings of, "You are an asshole!"

Every day I encounter self entitled, manipulative, deceptive, arrogant, and/or egotistical assholes . Whatever happened to the golden rule "Do unto others as they would have done on to you." Let's bring that one back from the dead. —Golden Girl

Try just once starting a sentence without the use of your favourite word “I.” You speak almost always about yourself, your toys, your work, your beliefs about yourself, etc. We’re proud of you, we’re glad your doing well but man, for the love of all decent things, stop talking about yourself.   No one wants to hear the details of your daily routine at work because the stories are always the same. Someone is an idiot and you saved the day. You’re so great, good at your job, blah, blah, blah. It’s work. And it’s boring. You interrupt, talk over, and generally go on about yourself constantly.  When you do stop speaking about yourself, you don’t listen to anyone else in the group who has the floor. You turn to your roommate, you check your phone, you watch TV, play vids, but you don’t listen to anyone else. We get it. You’re proud of yourself. We’re proud of you but please stop the endless self-promotion. You sound like a conceited dick most of the time and people are bored with you as a topic of conversation. —With Love

Why do people ask “is it still for sale?” but then never respond when you say “yes, it’s still for sale.” And when some do respond, they offer $10 for $100 item even though $100 is a good price for said item. If I am willing to sell it for $10 why bother listing it for  $100? And of course the “PS can you deliver from New Glasgow to Antigonish for free?” If you want free shipping go to Amazon.

If you’re going to low-ball someone make the offer in your first email don't bother asking if it’s still for sale just make the offer, don't ask to have it delivered unless you  are willing to pay for that service.  And FFS don't hide behind a spoofed email that Kijiji uses and ask for someone's home address.  Yep I am selling a XYX but here is my home address to someone you have a near impossible chance of tracking after it’s been stolen.

I have gotten some good deals online because I always leave my name and phone number for the seller, If I am busy I usually leave a time frame for a call back. IF I make an low offer I do it in person CASH in hand that shows I am serious.  I never ask for a person’s home address unless  I ready to go. And when I set a time to see a item I show up at that set time. —No It’s Not For Sale To You

A note that sexual assault is not caused by anxiety or depression or having a dark year, but by ignoring boundaries, objectification and entitlement. —WWSD