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Since when do we stop in traffic to let cars out of parking lots and stop signs? How nice are you being if 30 cars are slamming on their brakes behind you as you stop to let someone out of McDonald’s who is stuffing their face with drive-thru? Know your right of way or get off of the road. —De Andre
You wined and dined us and told us that we were the crown jewel. We elected you and now you wont give us the time of day. I won’t be fooled again. —Wounded Veteran
My father passed away in January of this year and since then I have been tidying up “loose ends” regarding his estate. Recently—today in fact—I had to travel back up to Clayton Park to pick up some mail addressed to his estate. Now yesterday I went but was told I needed several documents that I didn't have. Okay, fair enough. Today I arrived with the documents but was told—rather impolitely I might add—that I needed a death certificate. I was upset that I hadn't been told that yesterday and when I mentioned that to the guy who had been at the counter yesterday—who was very rude as well—he said he had forgotten to mention it and didn't even offer me an apology for my inconvenience. So fine—another trip up there by bus from the downtown core. This is what happens when Canada Post sub-contracts their work to others who are poorly trained and maybe just don't care about their work. SMH. —Still Sad Daughter
Being social awkward makes it hard to make friends, then the few you have don't stick around. What am I doing wrong? —Lonely
I work in accounts receivables, so many people owe money, and give lame excuses why they cant pay, yet these same people rent cars, smoke, drink, pop out ump-teen kids, and live off the government. Don’t take on service you cant afford. Or get a job instead of living off the government. —I work to avoid debt
Just woke up to what I thought were gun shots at 3am. I dare to peek out my window, to see the lamest fireworks shooting up into the sky beside Kings Wharf. What kind of inconsiderate ASSHOLE needs to shoot off fireworks at 3 o'clock in the GOD DAMN MORNING!? I wish to God you would get your asses arrested for disturbing the peace. I fucking curse the ground you walk on. Someone should stick a fucking firework up your arse and set it off!—I hate you
Walking along Canal Street in Dartmouth, I come across a little park with a walking trail...only right in the middle of the trail is some stupid looking wooden erection. Not even sure what it is... something to do with boats, some old historic boat launch or something. How much did the city pay to put that there, right in the middle of the walking trail? Nobody wants to see that garbage? Why is the city so obsessed with history. MOVE ON! Why are you wasting tax payers money on this bullshit, that's nothing more than an eyesore and an obstruction. Meanwhile, Nova Scotians can barely afford the shirts on their backs, they're taxed so hard. These lame ass politicians need to find a better way to waste our money. Nobody is standing around looking at your stupid whatever-the-fuck. It sucks and so do you. —Politicians are crooks
I'm all about equality, everyone bleeds red, no one should be more important than another. Yet being on a wait list for school, I have to wait two-plus years, while others are being added to the course, without waiting due to minority. Why can't people let go of the past, live in the present, I don't treat anyone different, but now I'm treated like second class, and have to wait, while you get pushed to the front of the line. Two steps back I guess. —Potential student waiting forever
Why have I sent in over 15 Love The Way We Bitch Bitches and yet never see them posted? Is there that many complaints that you can't post them all? I find them very entertaining, but sad to never see my own. —Former coast reader, moving on
To the people who write “Loves” to the city of Halifax. They're all like, "I miss you...I never knew what I had.” You might as well be writing to an inanimate doorknob. Nobody cares about your woes. SHUT UP! This place sucks. There are no jobs. The taxes are too high. Nobody can afford to live. Shut your pie hole. You're out west making big money while drilling into the earth's core and ruining the land. Nobody back here is earning shit. Enjoy your wads of cash and shut up. You should BE so lucky. And donairs aren't that great, unless you enjoy machine gun shitting all night. —Jobless, penniless, and a free colonic with every donair