Walking through the North Common the other day, on the path toward Tony's Pizza, the sun was going down (very much in our eyes), I was with a friend, and pushing my bike. Some entitled twat playing baseball grunts at my friend and I to "Get off the field." Not a "Hey, look out, there's balls flying and you're in the vicinity of the game," just implicitly "You're interrupting my game for 10 seconds, stupid hippies."

Firstly, asshole, we were not on the field, we were past the parameter of the diamond, on the walking path, and there was a game on the other side of us too---not much choice in where to go. Second, as my friend pointed out, there is a nice way to say everything and you were a dick. Finally, I wanted to wish that you would get a baseball to the face but I am not a violent person, and I believe that living out the rest of your existence as the idiot you are will be punishment enough. It's called the "Common" for a reason. Get over yourself. —Commoner

To the so-called "man" I dated briefly for a few months who told me he was clean---FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. You gave me chlamydia, and I know it was you because you are the only one I have been with since my last check up. Thanks for making me feel not only shamed and disgusting but also stupid for putting my trust in your word. Well, never again---any future boys will now have to endure my demand to keep it wrapped until I see written proof from a doctor that they are clean. Extreme? Maybe, but I'm not getting burned again. —Another STD Statistic

My lovely Latin American girlfriend and I decided to go out dancing with some friends the other night. We are both 21 years of age, and should obviously not have any issues entering such an establishment; however, after waiting for over an hour in line my Latin lover was turned away after showing three pieces of ID. One, a government issued identification card; second, a government issued driver's licence; and third, a visa card with not only her name on it, but also a photo. Obviously, the dim-witted bouncers did not recognize these foreign documents and quickly referred to their ID handbook. The examples in the book did not match any of the ID's, and the bouncers flipped through more pages of Latin American countries' ID's to "cross-reference." This would be like cross referencing a US ID with a Canadian one, or a French with a Spanish. Truly idiotic. My girlfriend's identification was issued summer 2011, and although this "ID bible" the bouncers use is apparently valid until December, my girl recognized one of the ID's in the book as an old version, one as a worker's ID for a specific company and the third example she did not recognize at all. When I asked both the bouncers many times to open the book again and tell me when it was published, they refused my simple request. My girlfriend and I left, very upset with the racial insensitivity and judgement these bouncers had used. Should a non-Nova Scotian resident have to bring their passport to the bar? Is this a fucking airport?? I was ashamed that people in Halifax would treat visitors like this, and my girlfriend was reduced to tears because of how the bouncers had discriminated against her based on her ethnicity. Upon returning home, I looked up the identification guide the bouncers use, and discovered that it was published in 2010, prior to my girlfriend's ID being issued, and that the example ID's for her country had not been updated in the current edition they were using. This is not the first time something like this has happened, and unless these bouncers smarten the fuck up and put their small brains to use rather than their out-of-date publication, I'm sure it will not be the last. —Pissed Off Latin Lover

This bitch is not geared towards all smokers---just the ones who improperly dispose of their disgusting cigarette butts. I was just enjoying a lovely sunny day sitting on a park bench. Unfortunately my feet were totally surrounded by cigarette butts and there was a garbage can literally only a few feet away. Cigarette butts are not only gross, they are also toxic to the environment and can start fires if tossed before completely extinguished (recently a fire started by a carelessly disgarded cigarette butt destroyed a house in Dartmouth and heavily damaged another). Please, smokers, think before you discard! And now for a bit of good news. Apparently there is a company that recycles cigarette butts and other waste. Seriously! For every unit recycled, a donation is made to a charity or a school. I'm pretty sure I can't post the name here - but it can be Googled. I think this is a fantastic idea. —Butt Hater

Just shut the fuck up for a change. There's nothing worse than listening to you spew shit from your pie-hole. The house fire in Dartmouth that started by a cigarette (according to the media), but you said no it didn't. It's suppose to be rain with a 60% POP. You said no, it will be sunny. FFS. If you know so fucking much why aren't you working and get off social assistance? However, I do get a kick out of listening to you ramble on about knowing nothing about everything. Loud mouth shnook! —For it is I...Señor Campana!

You little twit. You clearly don't understand every movie theatre's policy of texting during the movie is NOT permitted. Somehow, you felt this policy did not apply to you, so I took the liberty to remind you that the rules do apply to everyone by smacking the back of your head rest as a GENTLE reminder. —Curb Uninhibited Neurotic Texting

I just want to warn people about buying these specials including vouchers online offering services in the city. I bought one for a teeth-cleaning/polishing, and am not a happy customer. It was impossible to get an appointment until I finally contacted the seller of these specials. Then, when the day came, I was directed to the bed with my coat on, and purse between my knees. Finally, I asked if I could take my coat off, which I did. She never introduced herself, not a crack of a smile, no nice small talk---don't think we exchanged two sentences, except for her to say, "Open," "close" and "wider." I held that saliva tube, and she would just put it in my mouth and pull it out as necessary. She did the cleaning, but not flossing, which I've always had during a teeth cleaning. Then, next day, part of my tooth fell off. It may not have had anything to do with the session, however. The only thing she told me was that I had a bunch of 'hair' in my mouth, and how might that have happened? What?? She may be a nice gal, but I found her to be quite dismissively rude. It was a surreal experience all the way around, and I did report it to said sellers. Honestly, I'd like to give that snobby hygienist a good slug in the jaw. But alas, it's illegal. I wanted to share this so people will be careful when thinking of purchasing a "great deal." Cheers. —Unhappy Customer

Okay, bus drivers. It is July. It is warm. There is no excuse to not have the AC on buses, especially during rush hour. I get there are buses with no AC, but I have been on buses with no windows or ceiling vents open. Having those damn vents open should be fucking mandatory if the bus is not equipped with AC. I expected shit to get better after the strike, but none of you seem to give a fuck. —Too Fucking Hot

Dear north end bagpiper,
At first I thought your occasional daytime outdoor bagpiping was a bit irritating, but I also thought it was cool to have a bagpiper in the neighbourhood. As the summer wears on though, it's become a real hassle. And it turns out I'm not the only one who thinks so...you have become notorious in our neighbourhood! Even though I appreciate that you keep your outdoor bagpiping to reasonable hours (usually the afternoon), it is still disruptive to those of us who work from home (it's very hard to concentrate on the task at hand during a bagpiping session), who have young babies at home (who get woken up by your piping even when they are in a bedroom with windows closed and a fan on for white noise) or who just want to enjoy some peace and quiet in our neighbourhood. Perhaps you could take your bagpiping indoors or to a public place like a park? —Peace Not Pipes

First time hiking in Long Lake Provincial Park. Beautiful rugged trails & waterfalls once you get around the lake. Could not believe the amount of dog droppings... most I have ever seen on an HRM trail. But what was worse were the plastic poo bags, that were abandoned on the side of trails. I picked up 9 of these on the way out. What is wrong with people, that they cannot be responsible enough to pick up after their animals...or carry the treasures out? —Scouter52