Whatever happened to customer service in retail? Especially locally owned clothing stores? You know, the ones were all supposed to be supporting in order to keep local business' alive in our depressing construction filled downtown? Upon entering this popular locally owned clothing store on argyle this afternoon (a slow afternoon at that, I observed quickly) and seeing 4/5 employees talking to each other and standing around I recieved no service while looking around nor when I was looking to get into a fitting room. I was simply stared at and stepped around. I work in customer service too guys, and it's real shitty most of the time. But shit, it ain't that hard to ask one of the 5 people looking around the store if they need a hand or to start a fitting room. But hey thanks for saving me from spending $100+ on half an outfit xo —Won't be seeing you

To the slob who left a bunch of trash, including an entire DQ cake dome, at the Duncan's Cove Lighthouse. Instead of gracing the location that you had your party at (I sure hope you weren't enjoying an ice cream cake by yourself) by taking your garbage with you, your lazy ass assumed it'd be blown into the ocean or picked up by someone else. May you be forever cursed with living in places where the garbage blows onto your fence and cigarette butts fall at your doorstep. —Unsightly unsettling

Some friend you turned out to be. After 3 different people confirming what you said about me. Stealing your man that you broke up with 2 years ago. If him driving me home when we bumped into each other at the grocery store means I stole him last week then Your more screwed up then I thought If you keep opening your mouth and spewing BS then maybe I should date him. At least I know I would treat him better then you did —Trustworthy friend that is pissed off

I don’t know what you expected when you rolled up beside me and told me you wanted to fuck me in the ass until I shit myself, but it sure as hell wasn’t for me to throw my nearly-full iced vanilla latte with whipped topping and sprinkles right in your stupid face. And you also probably didn’t expect me to stand my ground and scream at you to eat a bag of dicks when you jumped out of the car and started threatening me. I honestly thought you were going to beat the crap out of me for a minute, and maybe you would have if it hadn’t been broad daylight. But I would literally rather take a beating than take any more of this shit from botched abortions like you. Fuck you. This woman is DONE. And you gaslighting dickblisters in the peanut gallery can preemptively go fuck yourselves. I don’t need your belief or your approval to validate my rage. Go to hell. —No More

To a certain north end club toting pink-washing “pride” slogans while your patrons slur derogatory, homophobic remarks when my friends come in and play a Joni Mitchell song on the jukebox: No we will NOT sit with you. I will not support you financially for allowing this to happen and for treating us like unwelcome trash. When my friend tried to level with you and discuss how it's not okay to accept this behaviour from your patrons, you got defensive, wouldn't listen and were unwilling to see past your own ego. I've always felt a sense of exclusion from this bar and I just chalked it up to my own anxieties. Needless to say, my intuition was correct and I won't be returning. P.S. To the bartender in question: you should take note that a "gin and tonic" does not contain rum. Thanks for the shitty drink. —Sitting Anywhere But There

Your strike is affecting my mental health. So much hate. So much negativity. Sorry, I can't hate every business, sports team, charity or politician you want me to. I can't feel immoral for buying a beer. I didn't do a thing to you, so leave me alone. —Like a Kid in a Bad Divorce

Not sure why someone thought it was okay to make a right hand turn into the left lane (I happened to be driving in) instead of making their turn into the right lane beside me like they are supposed to. Must be a Nova Scotia thing. Never seen it anywhere else, happens all the time here. —Hitting the brakes or hitting YOU

I know in your country it may be common at large family gatherings to literally play/hang out on everyone's lawn, but please don't do it here. I don't know you and your kids are screaming right into my windows while you sit back and do nothing. Please get the Fuck off my lawn :) —I bought it, it's not a public park

So you decided to go out to eat this evening! Congratulations! Instead of staying home and cooking something or ordering delivery, you've chosen to sit in a place with nice atmosphere and have a live person come and wait on you, bringing your food, making sure you are having a good experience, refilling your drinks...that person likely makes minimum wage and is on their feet all day working in a fast-paced environment. If you got your food in a reasonable amount of time and your server was pleasant, you owe them a tip! 20% is generally accepted as reasonable but 15% is also acceptable. Anything less than that (or no tip at all providing above conditions were met) means you are a cheat S.O.B and should stay home to eat next time. —Serving up some truth

To the woman who hit me with her car 5 years ago. The fact you make me serve you coffee every day is okay. At least I get paid for that. But seeing you today walking down a busy street with headphones on brought back the old anger and feeling of unfairness. Do you fear crossing the street like I do? Can you not listen to music or wear dark clothing when you are walking to work? Do you double then triple check for cars when the streets are empty? Do you get anxious every time you see a car signal left and you know you have the right of way but anticipate getting hit anyways? I hate that I have all this fear, when what mistake did I make? Besides believing you had seen me on that crosswalk before you hit me. —Yourbarista