After almost 2 years of busting my ass to help you people you feel you need to stab me in the back. I gave up so much to help you - time with my kids and friends even gave up making money for myself to push something that the members of the group all along planned to get rid of me. And to think i called you all friends.

But its ok, I got all the bad stuff off my chest now and I'm going to just do what your trying to do better and the right way. —Thanks for nothing

So what's up with moving the bus stops from Tacoma Centre, out of the parking lot area and onto the street? Now pedestrians have to cross Tacoma, never easy at the best of times, but infinitely harder for the senior citizens who live behind Tacoma, who relied on the nearby bus stop.

Rumors say it was deemed too dangerous for customers backing out onto the street near where the buses pass in the parking lot and that's why the stops were moved.

I've got a suggestion for fixing that... how's about the drivers LOOK before backing out? Or back into the spot so they can drive out? Or move the damn parking spaces? I guess the drivers only have to worry about backing out into the path of the buses, though, since cars still drive through there and pedestrians still walk in the area.

It's ridiculous that people (especially the elderly) are being inconvenienced to accommodate bad driving (or parking) habits.—Not your typical transit complaint...

This is a recurring problem which has likely been ongoing for centuries, yet it seems that there is still no proper, agreed upon, well-known rules on this. I am talking, of course, about that one middle armrest between two chairs you find most often on airplanes, in movie theatres, and sports stadiums. Who owns this middle armrest? Is ownership supposed to be split evenly down the middle? Front and back of armrest? Is ownership rotated - like the left seat gets to use it for five minutes, then the right seat gets it for five? Perhaps, even among strangers, it is expected that our arms will be interlocked upon this armrest in a show of unity. Maybe no one is supposed to use it - is it just there for show, perhaps?

More often than not, however, it seems to be a case of survival of either the fittest or the fattest. No one wants to be sitting next to that fat smelly dude on a long distance flight, but I find it almost as annoying when you get some asshole or bitch who thinks he/she has full ownership of the middle armrest!

In particular, this Bitch is for the dude who decided the middle armrest was his for my entire six hour flight to Europe. Naturally, I was not going to allow this to happen, and we were constantly bumping elbows, exchanging fake smiles and sorries while the battle for the coveted and comfy middle armrest continued. Perhaps we're supposed to agree upon an "Armrest Sharing and Usage Program" before the flight commences? Along with their important safety announcements, should flight attendants also be outlining in detail how passengers are supposed to share this middle armrest? —Mr. Elbows

So, it's sunny and warm out. I've just left my house to run some errands.

Less than a minute into my walk, I hear some guy whistling loudly behind me, and glance back to see if it was someone I knew. It wasn't, so I ignored him and put in my headphones.

30 seconds later, the guy was pulling up beside me in his truck, driving slowly.... He was asking me a question that I couldn't make out. Turns out, he was asking for directions to a street I had never heard of. I told him that I didn't know the area, and kept walking. He followed, still driving slowly.

That's when he started asking me where I lived, where I was from, how well I knew the area, if I could give him directions and remarked on my "look".

By this point I'm really starting to get creeped the fuck out, after saying several times that I didn't know, and quickly find myself going into self-preservation mode or some shit. I didn't know if he was just trying to hit on me (in a creepy, horrible way), or if he was about to try and drag me into the fucking truck.

...My phone is in my bag. There's a house, four down, that has its door open. If he makes a move, I run for it. Luckily, it didn't come to that. I told him that he was on his own, and he finally seemed to get the hint.

I'm not sure which would be worse, though:If he really was just hitting on me, and thought what he was doing was perfectly normal and ok... Or he was some psycho thinking about trying to pull me into the god damn truck.

Both seem pretty bloody horrible to me. =( —Slightly afraid to leave the house ~ Trinket

Lets save them and get rid of the Illuminati! Sounds like a better plan to me...—Just sayin'

Any public lakes or freshwater beaches that its OK to take your dog to? I haven't been able to find anything. —Hot and bothered

To all of those whiners out there with complaints similar to this one: "He/She did something right in front of me that I need to bitch about as an anonymous person"

DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! You were right there! You could have told the person to back off, for example: "Hey, that seat isn't for you!". It drives me nuts that people are soooo afraid to talk to one another that simple problems can no longer be resolved!

I'm not telling you to start a confrontation, be civil about it!!! There is nothing wrong with politely asking someone to correct a wrong! Now if they want to be a dick about it, then you can lay into them. —Annoyed

Maybe it's just me, but is it ignorant and assholish to punch the handicapped button for a set of doors when someone else 15 feet ahead of you is just about to open them up... like with their hands and arms and upper body strength even? Especially if you yourself are not crippled?

I thought so - I didn't appreciate having the doors unexpectedly open *into* my face, left knee, and Timmy's coffee.

If I'm wrong to have been upset, I hereby apologize to the vapid slag in the red coat at the Woodside ferry terminal two mornings ago. Sorry for taking the Lord's name in vain. —Realist In Dartmouth

Last year the MacKay bridge had big-ass electronic signs installed on roads leading towards the bridge, supposedly to warn drivers of problems in advance of getting onto the bridge approaches. A couple of months ago I saw them lit up once for testing. Ever since, nothing. Totally dark. Wassup? I know those things were not cheap to buy. Why is it taking so long to get them working? —In The Dark

I've lived in Halifax for nine months and have been hit twice.

The first time was on Quinpool Road. A car making a left turn onto a side street was too busy looking for an opening in oncoming traffic and forgot to look for an opening in pedestrians. I was about 3/4 finished crossing the side street. The second was on Barrington Street. The car was stopped and making a turn from a side street onto Barrington. I guess he was too busy looking for openings in traffic to see the pedestrian directly in front of his car before putting his foot on the accelerator. These were all at low speeds, but getting hit by cars is not fun. —A little bruised