You took the record player, records, and all our favourite CDs when you left me. Can we at least trade? You left Coldplay's 'Mylo Xyloto', but I really need Coldplay's 'Parachutes'. Not sure if this is a bitch or a love if I'm bitching about my two loves. (you and music) —Too Quiet

So you decided to park your shitty van in a reserved apartment building parking spot. I caught you doing this and told you to move your vehicle. You had the nerve to argue that you were only going to be a little while while you walked down the road to the yard sale. You are officially the dumbest person in NS which is saying a lot you dumb POS. I am sure your Mother got caught stealing a candy bar and argued that she is hungry. I feel guilty because I had to ask if you are a retard to get my point across. I dont feel bad for you, I feel bad for the poor down-syndrome people that I just gave a bad name by grouping you with them. —Stupid

Before I moved to Halifax four years ago I had people constantly telling me how friendly and safe a place it was. I pictured a place I, a then 19-year-old student, would be able to walk around free of fear of being threatened or harassed. I constantly hear smack talk about places like Toronto, saying how dangerous or sketchy it is, when in reality you can walk home late at night on a well maintained, brightly-lit street you can see more than a block in every direction on. I've lived in Halifax's south and now north end and have never felt safe walking home, even with a friend, let alone by myself. My street certainly has lights, but they are all either out, ready to burn out, or covered by overgrown trees. The sidewalks are so dark most of the time I can barely see what's on the ground in front of me. Dozens of my classmates have told stories of how they've been verbally harassed, followed and even chased home in the area. I don't know why the area seems so poorly maintained in that way, but in my mind having well-lit streets should be a priority in a place that has the highest rate of reported sexual assaults in the country. —Just trying to get home

Went to the ER last weekend with a friend for an actual, non-self-inflicted, non-stupidity related medical emergency. Endured a seven hour wait for treatment due to the surfeit of drunken frat boys suffering from alcohol poisoning, drug-induced psychosis, injuries sustained in drunken brawls and other alcohol-fueled stupidity. And these represent the brain trust of the future! God, I long for the days when people who were too dumb to live just didn't. —Darwin

Seriously? As a music festival that prides itself on, amongst pretension and self-congratulation, showcasing interesting and important music, the first act you list on your flyer is a dubstep artist? Seriously? That's the main attraction? Well so much for integrity. But hey, what the fuck do I know... —Not as surprised as I should be

I just want to express my distaste at having been told today by a bus driver to “look more like you're waiting for the bus.” I've lived in Halifax for eight years and standing at the bus stop and looking at the approaching bus has always been enough. Should I also wave my arms wildly? Use a flashlight to signal in Morse code that I would like to take the bus? I sometimes will shake my head at an approaching bus to signal that I'm waiting for a different one (when I'm the only person at the stop), as a courtesy to the driver, but I would hope that standing at a bus STOP would be enough to signal to the driver that he/she should STOP for me. The sass was unappreciated, especially after waiting twenty minutes for a bus that never appeared. —Perpetually unpunctual

Dear unionized univesity faculty couple with a combined income over 200 thousand dollars a year who wrote the editorial in the Coast arguing NS should "de-grow" the economy and that NSians should "embrace" (economic) "backwardness," and live some kind of Grapes of Wrath style, hard-scrabble, hand-to-mouth, subsistence "bare bones" living by "making ends meet" "cobbling together ad-hoc jobs" "in harmony with the seasons" and that the model for Nova Scotia should be early 1900's agrarian peasants: your article reminds me of Jonathan Swift's "A modest proposal," except that he was satire and you guys are completely serious. Universities really have become bastions of EXTREME left wing and environmentalist reactionaries, haven't they? —Bizznatch

Seniority this, seniority that. I understand why employers want to hire people who have served the most time, or experience. But maybe they should focus on knowledge first. I lost a job opportunity to a fruit loop dingus. I blame it on myself, seniority, and the other dingus who hired her. I have no choice but to blow it off, but i'll keep in mind how difficult it will be for both of them, and how easy it would have been if she chose me. —Your loss, not mine

I tip my hat to runners, not everyone can bring themselves to dawn a vigulant fitness routine. The problem is that every morning on my way to work, I end up pushed off the sidewalk by mass groups of these runners. I have ended up with wet/muddy shoes all day, or in a few cases almost on the road. I have seen this situation continue with more then myself. I have seen strollers, and elderly shown the same lack of accommodation. Please start employing that rare concept of common curtsy, the sidewalk wasn't made for just you. —Muddied work shoes :(

What's the deal with your sandwich shop,s insanely annoying and illogical : no cash back on gift cards policy. Something your staff likes to repeat over and over, again, never with any explanation. When the balance dwindles down to a couple dollars or a handful of change,the exact same routine ensues, staff member crosses out the old balance, stands there with a calculator and calculates the new balance. No chance to tie up loose ends, I am now left with one more piece of paper to carry around in my purse, worry about, and keep track of. Here's the thing: gift cards are bought with cash. That means cash back isn't a loss for your store. I watched incredulously today as your cashier calculated the new balance and handed ithe certificate back to me.: new balance: 00.16 cents. With the slightly hostile and familiar refrain. No cash back. —F.l.k.