You can huff, you can puff but you’re not getting in my stall! Rattling the door, banging on the door commanding me to “hurry up” is not going to make my ablutions go faster. This isn’t the only comfort station in the building. So skip to another loo my darling. —Generalissimus Stall-in

Yes, it is great to keep yourself ‘groomed.’ However, when you clip your nails for 10 minutes (seriously) at your desk, everyone is disgusted. That shit is for at home, not your desk at work. It is so loud! I don't even want to know how many nail slices are on your chair, desk and floor. It's gross. Go to the bathroom, at least! —Sick of Your Nasty Nails, Girl!

Fine! I am a D.I.N.K (Dual Income No Kids) I know you judge me and other's like me because you feel we have no real responsibilities in life (by responsibilities I mean kids) and live somewhat selfishly. But guess what I am probably judging you too.But why not if you could only see yourselves, if your in a crowded venue and can loudly hear a man and women talking and they are joined with their with kids for some reason they believe they are entitled to bless us all with their "Family Chatter" as I call it, which includes everything from where stuff should be located in their baby carriage to loudly replying their son or daughter's questions and the exchange is at least 20db larger than anyone else in their immediate eco system.What ever happened to common courtesy? Is this a learned lesson in life or should everyone be aware of this basic sense of decency. It's like, what I see drivers around the city, if you are driving in a normal car of standard length and feel that it is required to make a wide right hand turn which actually propels your vehicle into the adjacent lane to the left of your car forcing that driver to know make an adjustment so they don't hit your car, you probably need to go back to drivers school, because your back tires will pivet and do the job for you. So my question is should we have mandated by the government parenting training, so that as a society we establish a social standard that everyone is held to? —Bedford N.S Resident

Why do the banks here stink so bad. I’ve given up on my bank. Waiting forever to get someone in Mexico or Columbia to woodenly read me a script and suggest I visit a branch. Head to the nearest, most convenient branch to be told I have to go to my home branch, and they can do everything right away. Barely make it to my home branch right under the wire before they close at 5:00 to be told its 24-48 hours before they could do anything as they have to send off a service request. Even then their suggested solution was incorrect AND it resulted in me incurring fees. They’re all robotic, don’t care about the issue and just want to pass the buck, then try and upsell you something. Why am I paying all these fees to be treated like a hobo?!? —Poor Uncle Pennybags

When a vegan feminist and a sausage lovin' women beater date. —The Jokes On You

I get it, it's early and your coffee has barely kicked in, but surely that doesn't mean that all of you can't see me trying to cross Larry Uteck. I have to take the bus to work due to an injury, that's why you see me with a cane. I can't do a mad dash to cross the road - you'd run me over without hesitation. My 1st bus drops me off 50ft from the intersection with a flashing yellow above it and have 10mins to reach the stop on the other side. I wear a bright jacket, so I don't blend into the background and I stick my arm out to signify my intent.... and hundreds of you drive by. There's plenty of time to slow down and stop; some courteous people have done so in the past. Most of the time, I have to wait until no traffic is coming, but days like today that didn't happen. Two trucks watched my plight as they waited to turn onto the road and tried to block the traffic for me (thankyou for trying). But that wasn't good enough to stop you all from barreling through inbetween them and missing me by inches. I follow the rules of the road, perhaps the rest of you could as well instead of pretending you can't see me as I commute 2 hours in either direction to get to work. Would that minute I slow you down for really affect your overall drive? I had to watch my bus pass by from the intersection again this morning. Your lack of patience is going to cost me my job... or downright kill me someday. —That Woman You See Every Morning

Guys, you might want to check the toilet and floor for piss dribbles before leaving your buddy's bathroom —Pissed

Walking around Nocturne last night, I witnessed a similarly disturbing phenomenon from both sides of the coin—intolerance. From uninitiated students and members of the general public, there were comments ranging from “Oh, i guess this is art?” to homophobic statements about performers, to actively ignoring the art in the vicinity. Then there were the members of the elite art-speak crowd who sat in small groups and actively sneered at the work that wasn't “good enough” and avoided the “common people.” Can't we all just try a little harder? General public: art is very, very good for you. You might just learn something about yourself or the world if you stop dismissing it. Intellectual elite: the only way to change this town is to try and share the art with not only your peers but the general public too. Let's all try and get along. —Keeping the Peace

To the two privileged, middle-aged white, missionary men who decided it was appropriate to furiously honk and motion at an early-twenty-year-old on her way home in a creepy (yet expensive) van, while shortly afterwards chasing her on foot up the street: Congratulations, you managed to give someone with social anxiety more reason to be wary of pseudo-Christian, hetero-male-dominated public spaces. My only regret is letting my fear get in the way of expressing my utmost detest for your bigotry, shameful recruitment tactics and overall human shittiness. Next time, I'll be ready. —Queer Non-Believer

I was crossing at Agricola and Robie, stoked on the sunshine. I saw you rapidly approaching with a tool in hand. Thinking you were in a hurry to cross the street, I moved out of your way. You turned and screamed at me, “It's a f**cking saw, girly, not a gun.” Your verbal assault ruined my perfect day, and f**k you, too, the many onlookers who said nothing. —Sad North Ender