There were too many Bitches printed last week so I thought I'd take a minute to submit some love. To the woman at the gluten-free eatery. I know it is merely your job to know my order, smile my way and send me a wink but it makes my day every damn time. You're the reason I drink so much coffee at work! —Waiting For That Wink

Great job to the long-haired dude that helped me today at a certain brewing company on Gottingen close to Citadel Hill. You were very friendly, professional, knowledgeable, and a generally cool cat. You really seemed to enjoy what you were doing and are a definite ppl person. Thanks for introducing me to some new flavours! —If I lived closer to this location it'd be a great hangout

Working in a food truck has brought my faith in humanity back! Having worked in a big chain retail job for years, where there was no day without a multitude of rude, impatient, verbally abusive customers (which were, more often that not, completely unjustified in their anger), so it's such a refreshing change to work in a job where almost everyone is polite, chatty and grateful. I hope there's more people like these whose sense of manners are as full as our satisfied customers' bellies! —A wonderful 180

b[Image-1 It's rare that a customer asks me how I'm doing before I ask the same of them. You asked me that today, before I even had a chance to ask how you're day was going. Before you left the store I made a joke about Halifax having a lot of hills. I just wanted to express my appreciation to you today. The world is better with folks like you in it. —D.O.A. (Dork On Arrival)

You have your own sense of style that makes me want to go out of my way to make all my wine and beer purchases from your store. Your friendly attitude and piercing eyes make my day!! —LC Lover

Go see the nice, hot gas man at the rotary.....You're welcome. —My friend visited on my recommendation and said it was "worth it"

You were a worker, with a certain sense of style and pizaz. Whenever I looked at you I just seen a glow of happiness. Hopefully soon, I can see you and maybe take you out to nice place downtown. —The guy with the camo jacket

I was in Freak Lunchbox on Friday, February 5. I came in after spending $140 at Urban Outfitters. I seen your face, and realized I seen an angel in front of me. A pale, stunning angel. So, I hope out paths can cross again, and maybe we could watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles together. Cowabunga! —The Man in the Camo Jacket

You guys have the best fucking music in the city. I asked about it once and it’s all your guys’ personal shit. That’s dope. Thanks for not forcing me to wear sound proof headphones and thanks for the trip-hop and coffee. —Fuck Your Shitty Pop Stations

Listen here, checkout girl at the big box store: I know what you did. And I know why you did it, too. I walked up to you on purpose. I could sense the cheeky grin on your face from across the store. You're no amateur. You're a well-practiced hero. You've been doing this all evening. Your first glance begs for mischief. My look begs for sleep. It's why I'm buying pillows. For the same reason you hate your job, I can afford to buy one good pillow and one bad pillow. It didn't cost you anything, but as you scanned the cheap pillow your plan was already hatching. I stood incredulously, glanced at the expensive one still on the conveyor and there you looked back at me; there's that cheeky smile again, and told me to have a good night. I love this town because there are people in it like you handing out free samples of covert kindness. —Blue