Dear Mr. Judgemental:

Today you shook your head and scoffed at me for being "SAD". I can only infer that you shouted over that I was "SAD" not once,but twice because you took issue with my daughter busking on the waterfront. Perhaps, Sir, you could have at least paused to read her sign as she played tunes for passers by, or ask why she was busking. I didn't appreciate the implication that I might be forcing my child into servitude or taking the money she earns as she plays tunes in hopes that those who appreciate her efforts toss a coin in her case. If you had bothered to slow down and look at her sign and or stop and ask, you may have learned that SHE asked to busk this summer as a way to save towards her goal of going on a trip to Korea with her friends, TKD master and fellow take kwon do practitioners where she hopes to test for her black belt at The Kukkiwon ( Worls TKD Headquarters). You may have learned that today was her 14 th time busking out of the whole summer and that the rest of the summer she enjoyed dance camp, violin camp and musical theatre camp in addition to play dates, swimming, and visiting her grandparents in PEI. You may have learned that. We typically busk a little, have snacks, eat a picnic lunch, play and I buy her an ice cream ( from my money, not her earnings) in the 2 hours that we are at a location and that seldom bucks for more than 60-70 minutes. Now...as for what is "SAD"... Sad is that her father took off with a coworker. Sad is that I had to chase after him to get a divorce after he did so for 7 years. Sad is that he spent a fair amount of time hiding and shirking from child support. Sad is that though he has a little contact now, she has only seen him once as an infant and once that she can remember in her whole life. Sad is that he would not, when asked, contribute $20/month towards her music lessons and refused to contribute towards a dance camp because he, quote, " doesn't believe in it". Sad is that when the marriage dissolved, I moved home for support ( physical support as at that time I needed a hip replace,net and could not look after my daughter without help from family). Sad is that in so doing, I left a permanent teaching position in Ontario. Sad is that it has been difficult to get a permanent contract since moving home to Halifax but hey, at least she has her grandparents and uncle and cousins here. All that aside,back to you, and if you'd stopped to ask before making a judgement. You may have learned how proud of my daughter for thinking of a way that she can help while I work with the other parents from our club in fundraising events and initiatives. I am proud of my daughter because she is playing a part in reaching her own goals. I am proud that she is developing a "can do" attitude. I am proud that she is learning poise, perseverance and performance skills. I am proud that she is learning about how to meet and converse with tourists and be a part of the Maritime hospitality we are known for. I am pleased that she helps me roll her coins and comes with me to make every deposit into HER own account that she opened ( with Moses at CIBC). I'm pleased that she has made a lot of people smile with her efforts and that thus far, you have been the only curmudgeon who disparaged me or her by undertaking this fundraising endeavour. I wish what you said today didn't bother me as much as it does. I need to develop a thicker skin when jerks like you go off about something they know little about. Last but not least( my apologies for such a long post, LTWWBers)I HAVE to say thank you to all those who have been so sweet, kind and supportive of my girl. There are some sweet folks who have come to know us and stop by to say hi, some who have been so kind as to say they miss her on days ( or weeks) when she does not busk, those who applaud her playing and encourage her to continue her music education. Yesterday there was a crowd of 15 + people who stood around her watching, clapping along, dancing and because she loves an audience, that made her day. Mr. Judgmental, take a page out f that playbook....maybe stop, listen and throw a smile towards a kid the next time you scoff at their busking and give their mom a hard time. —Bluebelle

Excuse me? Did you just tell me “You have a nice personality, too bad that you can't do something about that ass?” Am I supposed to thank you or cuss at you? Maybe next time, I'll do both by saying “Thank you. You have a nice ass. Too bad that you can't do something about your personality.” —My Ass is Just an Ass, You Ass

Hey you with your orange security t-shirt and red pick up truck. My son and I went to the parking lot of the Park on Saturday because he wanted to show me how well he could handle a car (like any young guy hyped about getting his license). I thought the grounds to this place was public and that it would be alright to let him strut his stuff in the empty parking lot for a few minutes. There was no one in the near vicinity, except way over at the other end. Nothing appeared to be happening in the venue. After a full 3 minutes of driving and a few donuts we were ready to leave. You came racing over to us and parked behind us. I guess you thought this would make it impossible for us to 'escape'. You then proceeded to shout at us, and tell me I was just a show off ???. Then you said it was private property. I tried to say that we did not know it was private property and that we were just leaving. You kept on railing and then called me an a**hole several times in front of my son. Well I can be an unprofessional moron with the best of them; so back at you. Oh, and, Happy belated or is it bregruding Father's Day to your father, a**hole. —Cranky_Dad

Yes, I am aware that when one shops at a convenience store they are paying for convenience. And of course, I had the option NOT to buy the things I bought. So with all that said, here's my gripe: you are charging over 3 dollars for a 2L of BigHate pop. That junk is like .99 or something at Sobey's and goes on sale for .49 ... how the hell did you arrive at that price? Yes, commenters, I will buy my products elsewhere so save your time typing out the obvious. I just think 3+ dollars for the worlds crummiest pop is crazy and this is just one example over the over-pricing at this location. Also you can go in and say "five dollars worth of pepperoni please" and receive a different amount of pepperoni each time. I stopped buying it for this reason and also because the shopkeepers disappear into some crowded, mysterious, back room to get it. Grodie. —Ugly Kid

I grew up in Halifax and always loved the Saturday market at the brewery. After six years of living away I have moved back. I was really looking forward to shopping at the market again but after making a stop there this past Saturday I have decided I will likely not go back. What the fuck is with all the "musicians" hanging around in the hallways screaming like alley cats in heat? I appreciate music while I shop, but I don't appreciate migraine inducing noise. I would've rather stuck a hot curling iron in my ear and opened it. Some of these "musicians" should take their hobby elsewhere (hopefully somewhere far away, like the desert) and let people shop without having to pop a fucking advil —Saul

Nothing can make your heart climb into your asshole quicker than watching your phone tumble and shatter.
That is until you go to get it replaced, and find once you're home that the new screen is not only on loose, but has a small 'ding' in the bottom... A ding which turns into a crack within two days of normal usage.

To ice the cake, you (my new favourite business) wouldn't help when I contacted you, and were happy to accuse me of dropping my phone again. I get warranties: if I drop it, it's physical damage, no warranty covers that, but you put in a faulty screen.
In fact, the guy who replaced it today showed me that it was a previously cracked screen with a layer of film over it. Explains why it was almost twice as thick as the one before and milky.

Yeah, I am a fool for not calling you out on your shitty work right away, I'll admit.

I've learned a lesson and you should learn one too: shady business can get you money in the moment but loses you customers in the long run. Please take that $130 I gave you, and use it as a suppository.

Also, a business nearby fixes phones, they do it for $20 cheaper, and give the customer a free case. I would recommend talking to them sometime about customer service.

—Suck My Duck

I get that YOU have issues. We all do. Yet when you ignore your issues by pointing fingers at others in hopes of deflecting your far more extensive issues (I did some digging of my own. You might not want to assume the moral high-ground because you ALREADY look like a sickening person.) you are fooling yourself and disrespecting me. —Touché

To the man who HURLED himself into me as I waited quietly in the Barrington Superstore checkout line: I realize that you had no way of knowing I am still recovering from a devastating concussion that cost me more than a year of my life, and your assault set me back weeks. But, really? You don't even stop to apologize as you continue your frantic run to the ice cream aisle? —Concussed

What are you thinking running a dozen segways on the boardwalk? It's busy enough walking, but it have to get out of the way so you can zip and drive in front of me is insane. Stick to the deserted sidewalks of downtown —BoardWalker

Just wanted to say thanks to the asshole who decided to fling a piece of plywood against my truck on Quinpool Rd Tuesday Morning at 4:45 am . One of those speed signs double in construction zones signs,which ripped the rear taillight from my truck . I was just trying to go to work , you were working on being an fucking asshole in front of your friends ,it was kind of funny to see you running like a scared rabbit when you realized the cops had see you , hope your friend that they did catch had a nice stay in the drunk tank , perhaps you not his friend any more . I was amazed at the Police vehicles that responded in no time ...thanks guys , good work . Oh and you you little prick , hope your dick rots off .......Karma bites . —Pissed off guy with the truck