Frustrated with the rental situation in this town. You're limited to apartments meant for students to share, or overpriced, soulless condos. Everything in the middle is being used for Airbnbs and nothing is left for the people that live here. Patiently waiting for the city to step in and regulate this shit.
—Air Bnbitch

Dear men,
Women on the bus don't want to talk to you. Or more accurately, they don't want you to talk at them. Does she have headphones on? Is she reading? Or is she employing these strategies just to signal to you (because yes, this is about you) that she doesn't want you to talk to her? Keep your anecdotes to yourself.
—C

This has been a long couple of months of not speaking to you. I thought it would be easier seeing how it ended with you physically assaulting me. I could see all the stress eating away my body and self-worth. At times I get so angry at your behaviour when we were together and other times I miss you terribly. In the end, being in a relationship with someone shouldn't mean losing yourself completely or making excuses for their abusive behaviours.
—Seeing The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

To the asshole who jaywalked into the intersection on Dresden, so that I had to brake sharply to avoid them, and then SMACKED MY CAR as I drove through: a) the concrete barrier on the east side doesn't allow me to see the full intersection until I'm close to it, b) learn how to safely walk around in a city (including using crosswalks and looking before you just blindly walk into the road) before you get hit by a car or bus, c) yelling profanities and spitting in the face of someone is really, really juvenile (especially since that person stopped their car and didn't hit you) and d) grow some balls and take some responsibility for your own stupidity, rather than blame it on someone else.
—Shocked and Disgusted Driver

She knew from the start. She said that something about him made her uneasy, like she wasn't really wanted. His words said one thing, but his actions or lack thereof said quite another. But all the nice little things made her overlook the warning signs. He never asked her to be his therapist, but like many women we've been socialized to want to "save" these poor, hurt, brooding men who "have a lot of potential" if they could just get their shit together. He never mooched or leeched, was never abusive, but their dynamic was toxic and codependent. She gave more than she had to give, and should have been able to see that he couldn't be what she needed him to be.

This very good-looking man needs to grow up a lot and become a hell of a lot more accountable, or else he will continue to hurt people in this community with his casual carelessness. We all have our shit. The longer you don't deal with yours, the more it hurts those around you, whether you realize it or not. She should have ended it ages ago. She is hurting a lot and wants him to get better even though it's over, but she needs to want HERSELF to get better even more.

She can do SO MUCH BETTER. SHE IS AMAZING AND WORTHY OF SOMEONE WHO IS CRAZY ABOUT HER, not someone who sees her as just casual and convenient.
—On Behalf of An Incredible Woman Who Is Worthy of Love

Dear Valued Customer: When I ask how your day is going and you snap “just looking,” it takes every thread of self control not to punch you in the throat. News flash: I don’t actually care whether your mom died five minutes ago or you’re getting married tomorrow. I’m just doing my job. If you can’t be decent enough to reply “fine, thanks” just do me a favour and shop online.
— Seasoned Seasonal Retail Employee

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 would love to share my general joy with the good people of Halifax, and my ultra-special joyous delight with the good hearted, kind, nice, fair, decent, moral people of the city’s taxi commission. I would love to see their faces when Uber and Lyft are in the city, rendering the existence of their office of extortion obsolete. Just like their office, they will perish into the dark pages of history books, leaving all the pleasant memories that every driver dearly cherishes.

None of them had ever driven a taxi or a limousine, yet they know all about it from their office bible (The Holy T1000 City Bylaw), a book they hold dear to their heart and are willing to defend with their integrity and honour. Well, the heavy burden of of memorizing a 25-page bylaw is finally over, and the days of their bullying soon to be gone. No more gloating like acid-tripping peacocks, no more constant long trips from the water cooler to the coffee machine, no more walking to their houses with victory smiles, kissing their children and telling them that mommy and daddy got a paycheque for harming people.

Merry Christmas and let Uber and Lyft bless you. Yours truly,
—BMW 750Li

I have a small suggestion for retail stores about people shopping with a backpack. First of all my backstory: My physiotherapist has suggested I use a backpack instead of a purse, as I fell last winter twice and my back is still recovering. It's easier than a purse and doesn't put as much strain on my back. So please please stop following me around like I'm a shoplifter and I'm going to clean out the store. It is so obvious.

A lot of people use a backpack because they're on a bike or don't have a car, and it's easier to carry multiple things home from the store. If you must ask me to leave my bag at the counter to ease your mind while I shop, please do, but don't insult my intelligence by following me around on your walkie-talkie or calling to other stores that I'm coming in their direction. Geez, there's nothing more embarrassing then being treated like a criminal. I even did an experiment and didn't take my backpack shopping and there wasn't a peep. Please think before you assume from now on. Not everybody is dishonest. All you have to do is ask.
—Tired Of The Backpack Assumptions In "Tis The Season"

It must’ve been hilarious to almost hit me with your car and watch me jump back because you weren't looking. It's really too bad you didn't take up my offer when I asked you to get out of your car right then, or even the second time when you pulled up on me trying to scare me. Nah homie, get out of the car—I'm not fucking playing. You think it's funny to almost take someone's life? Let's laugh together next time. This isn't the first time, either. This happens daily and now I'm on a warpath for Halifax drivers who don't think they need to pay attention to pedestrians.
—Come Find Out