Sitting at the back on 80, going to work. About a quarter of the trip, bus clears out. Two women sitting in the front, seemingly friendly enough, they don't move as various people come on and sit by them and go off the bus. A black mother and what appears to be her adorable son, sit beside them. Instantly they slide away from them, within 10 seconds they move to the very back of the bus.... I said a small a piece of my mind as I get off at my stop. The look on the woman's face was obvious. Race problems exist everywhere, and actions do sometimes speak louder then words. We live in a place with a long history of racism and though it's getting better, what about that woman and her son? —Let's talk about this EVERYDAY!

Dear drivers of Halifax, Thanks to the four drivers on my morning commute who so helpfully stopped their cars and suggested I make an illegal left turn without a right of way. Three of you suggested I should run over three different pedestrians, while the fourth thought I should be happy to be run over by on-coming traffic in another lane. All of you got pissed-off when I refused your "courtesy". Thanks, but no thanks. Learn to drive, Halifax. —Should've Stayed Home

Nova Scotia is my hometown, as it is for a lot of us. The past few years I've come to grow protective of this beautiful place, despite all it's ups and downs. Now it's that time of year where student tourists are rushing back in to escape their boring middle-class lives in Ontario and beyond to escape from the clutches of their parents and find the perfect manic pixie dream city. I've noticed that these kinds of people are kind of like friends who come to your house, eat everything in your fridge and then peace out when there's nothing left. Halifax is much more than your new trendy scene. There are so many communities, so many characters, though you'll probably play safe and party with all your new student friends who are also looking to get what they can from our precious city without contributing back. —Your fellow Nova Scotian citizen

It is so frustrating trying to find a seat in any Tims around here because they are ALL overrun with clusters of old-farts and retirees between 7- and 11:30 am taking up every seat in the place! Folks should not be allowed to take up all the seats for two hours at Tims sipping a small coffee with their ONE TimBit... it ain't friggin' adult ddaycare, old folks! Go volunteer, get a part time job- or something, but don't live at Tims two to three hours every day. Just see how fast store managers would call the cops if packs of teenagers did the same thing every day. Welcome to Nova Scotia... no seating available! —Narco65

Oh poor, dear Halifax. You are lovely and it makes me sad that your streets at night run with the piss of students, tourists, revelers—bladder challenged people who spray a fine mist of urine on your walls, buildings, shrubs and trees. It's not your fault, Halifax, that you reek like the most foul urinal that you have become. It's not even the fault of the bladder-challenged piss hoses that misuse you as a free range public toilet. No, it's the fault of the municipality, for not addressing the need for clean, private, accessible places to pee. Imagine having a house party, inviting 57,000 people to your home and giving them no place to use the toilet. Your lawn will be dead by morning—every corner, nook and cranny fouled by the urine of guests YOU invited. It's not their fault. It's yours. Your fault, HRM. Shame on you for inviting so many people over for a visit and then giving them no place to relieve themselves but on the city itself. What are you—SAVAGES? —Pissed off in Halifax

The other night I was walking home (down a dimly-lit street) when a massive truck drives past. The driver (who we could assume is an original, thinking human being, who has complex ideas about human experience) leans out of the window and releases a blood curdling yell, the words inaudible. He was asserting his dominance over me, like so many other dudes in Halifax who go around yelling at women and queer folk on the street, stop to laugh, take pictures without consent, grope and threaten. This isn't an issue unique to Halifax, but it is where my experience is based right now. I personally experience this kind of treatment everyday, regardless of time of day. It is exhausting. I'm not in public for your enjoyment/entertainment. You are not entitled to the bodies of people of colour, of women, of queer folk, of people with disabilities. What these interactions do is continue to create climates where patriarchal white supremacy can still exist. —Q the devil’s advocates

Who's *&^@ did you have to #^$! to get a shout out in the weekend edition? Way to snub a handful of notable local businesses. —No moon mist for you!

Who was the genius who let this guy out of jail on 2000$ bail ? what were you thinking? tell him to go home and stay with your Dad and promise not to go near the Prof and her daughter ? WTF !!!! you found enough weapons and ammo to kill half the population of Dal and you let this guy out on $2000 ? shit i could pick up 2k in beer bottles over the weekend.... it will be too late when this asshole kills someone and me saying i told you so .... —Mark not a Dal student

I cannot say this to you, because we work together; so have to express it here. I love how stars shoot out of your eyes. —Gutter Trash

If you're going to drive a giant suv but can't see over the steering wheel feel the need to get your nose into traffic in order to see, perhaps you need a vehicle you can manage. Don't snap at pedestrians annoyed because you're on the crosswalk waiting for rush hour traffic to break for your left-hand turn and nothing's moving. We don't care that you're SUV's too big for you. If you can't drive it, don't drive it - the person in the passenger's seat telling you you're in the way was tall enough and old enough to be driving, and seemed to understand the rules better than others. A couple streets down someone was in the same position as you, but instead of staying not moving and trying to explain that I should just accept some people are morons, they backed up a couple inches and apologized - a inch and a 'sorry' makes a world of difference. Next time I'll be sure to walk behind you & take down your plate. At least you didn't have a business name written on your vehicle - these idiots get called. Buddy on the bike on the sidewalk who refuses to slow down and is hellbent on getting as many bell-rings as he can in before he gets past pedestrians - I'm always on the edge (of the sidewalk) anyway, so one ring works fine. What works even better is riding in the street with the other adult cyclists. I get that it's dangerous - no one understands better than I do that some people can't drive. Is it too much to ask that you drive on the side that would create the illusion that you might sometimes drive with the competent cyclist on the road? Downhill full-speed on Quinpool heading toward the arm at rush hour (traffic's hardly moving) ringing your bell a dozen times and determined to push pedestrians off the sidewalk isn't working for me. I screamed at you a few weeks ago and you were good until today when you also nearly took out a mother & child. Your next etiquette lesson is around the corner. —Pissy Pedestrian