I read the Loves all the time hoping someday one will be from someone who noticed me on a bus or at the grocery store and wished they'd said something. Many of these are clearly written about my friends or people I know who get noticed in a "missed connections" kind of way and maybe it's petty of me, but… how come I never get written about? I'm a hell of a woman. Not as thin as my younger prettier friends who get written about? Hmm. Or am I just "intimidating" like they say? I'm not! I'm friendly and approachable! I love people! Unless you're a creep. Then you can fuck right off. Maybe it's just creeps who write in? What does that make me? Oh shit.
—Worth Noticing

Dear HRM politicians and staff: The Willow Tree intersection at Robie and Quinpool needs a roundabout! Having five streets with stop lights makes for a complete nightmare. Fix this.
—Midnight Idler

Do all jackass drivers in this province get a driver’s permit, regardless of incompetency and stupidity? I drive, walk and use my bicycle in good weather. I’m 63, and I have seen/experienced my share of close calls and collisions. While cycling in a bike lane in Halifax (during daylight) over the Labour Day Weekend, a driver trailing my bike-riding wife drove parallel to me, when I was riding carefully on my bicycle. We’re side-by-side on Lower Water Street. Not quite certain what this clueless-looking driver wanted to do, I started braking. Sure enough, the driver cuts in front of me and crosses the bike lane into a parking lot. WTF? Another head-shaking close call, courtesy of a careless and crack-brained motorist.
—Pedal-pushing Geezer

I just had a cheat day from my diet and boy, was it a mistake. After clean eating for a few weeks, I bought a bag of potato chips. OMG what a sodium bomb! I feel my blood pressure rising with every bite. Why is there so much sodium in everything these days? I bought cheesies and sour cream & bacon chippies, but I can barely stomach them! They taste toxic. Food companies need to lower the salt in their products—it's getting ridiculous. It's not even palatable!
—Could Only Eat 10 Chips!

Why the FUCK does it take so damn long to get a PayPal into my account? It's 2019. We have the technology to put a man on the moon but we can't get a bank transfer to happen instantly? For fuck's sake! Banks are so annoying, I should just keep my money under my bed in a shoebox or something.
—Still Waiting For My Money!

I would like to dedicate this bitch to arrogant, entitled, think-your-shit-don’t-stink hospitality owners. Owning a restaurant doesn’t make you special or above the rest of us humans, so fuck you. Owning a restaurant doesn’t give you the right to yell at staff, so fuck you. Owning a restaurant doesn’t give you the right to force your staff to participate in penny-pinching schemes. Shame on you for not supporting staff members when they come to you regarding sexual assault matters within the workplace. And lastly, fuck you for creating a workplace environment that makes me physically sick.
—One Bad-ass Employee

Once a team of healers needed some bored people to help them have a building and keep the lights on and health care and living wage for trauma-response workers. After the bored listed their volunteer role on their CVs, a bored member said: "Why should we believe those workers? They say their caseload reflects violence in our city? They say they need more than crumbs? They say one in three women? They say #wetoo? They say 200,000+ people need more than a $1 million budget and eight clinical counsellors for accessible trauma care?" Anyways, as a bored person I ask how many believable people live in this city? How much time can I say I volunteered as bored here? I'd better move on to my next austerity governance project. I wish you well workers.
—Bored Of Being Waitlisted By Gatekeepers