To the nice guy that tried to help me with my groceries Thursday night - I am so sorry for being a cranky rude bitch to you. I really could've used the help, but I was tired and a woman, so usually when tall men walk up to me in Halifax, it's a bum, crazy person, or an old creep. You looked like a genuinely nice person, so I felt bad for several hours afterwards. —Girl With Neon Pink Stockings and Lots of Groceries