When I walked into the grocery just over a week ago, I was devastated to find that I had dropped my wallet on the number four bus. To the person who decided not to turn in my wallet: you are a selfish, piece-of-shit coward. Have fun spending a poor person's money and finding out what sort of relationships your moral deficit earns you in life. What a score that you found free money and didn't have to work two jobs to earn it like I did. You could've at least turned in my ID, work ID, health card or bank card, or left it on the seat for a decent person to find. —Disappointed and Broke

To any folks trying to turn left from the Purcell's cove Road onto the Herring Cove Road at Chocolate Lake: Yes, I'm giving you the "are you dumb as fuck" stare as I drive by. —Oncoming Traffic

News flash: There is physical contact in soccer. At every level. Even in our over 35 league. If that physical contact is considered 'dangerous play' (Read FIFA rules), the referee will call it. If you don't accept this fact you wind up acting like one of the many women in our league who fucking freak out every time there is physical contact, as though some great injustice has been done when they are leaned into or challenged or touched in any way. If the challenge was dangerous, the referee will call it, got it? If you don't accept this, you run the risk of acting like a five year old, like you did in the game on Sunday when I challenged you and you screamed at me "If you push me, I will push you back!" and shoved me with both hands, full force. Really? Woman over 35? Did you notice how I kept walking after you shoved me and kept playing? The referee didn't call my challenge and didn't call you shoving me, and guess what, I didn't break or fall apart. And the game continues. It happens all the time in this league and it's worse than diving because the women in my league go completely bonkers when there is the slightest bit of contact, screaming and yelling and being indignant. Ironically, when they perceive the contact to be unacceptable to them (not that they are actually even hurt!), they frequently resort to shoving and name calling. If you are such fucking precious pieces of work, go figure skate and stay the fuck off the soccer pitch. —Play the whistle, for fuck's sake

Ha, they wait until a week before school starts to rip up the length of Quinpool Road. Enjoy the commute! —Cranky

For many years I have seethed with anger over this gross injustice. Why, oh why, is the dime smaller than the nickel? It's worth more yet it is puny in comparison. The other coins are sized by value - why not the dime? This should be the defining issue of the federal election but not a peep from any candidate. WTF? —World's Angriest Bitcher

Can't we all just learn the fucking rules of the road and begin to show some respect to each other. I mean, how fucking difficult is it to drive/cycle/walk with some consideration, awareness, and respect to others who share the road/path/sidewalk. We don't require new rules or new lanes...just follow the existing laws already in place. Addendum...why doesn't the city just hire 2-4 brand new cops whose probationary rookie period is dedicated to writing tickets to those drivers/cyclists/pedestrians who are unwilling to follow the simple laws of driving/cycling/walking. I swear within one year we'd be able to pay their salaries and fix all the roads with gold fillings. —WishICouldFly

So you work in a kitchen well respected for its local and creative cuisine. You work hard and long hours, you contribute to the menu and you are praised by the heavy hitters in the industry. Good for you, but that has no weight with me. Your experience does not give you the right to chastise or critique my work in the kitchen, nor does it develop a rapport on which I would rely for advice. Your overbearing and machismo attitude has got to go. With respect, —Get out of my kitchen

I am going to ask a series of "belief" questions. Who do we believe? What do we believe? Do we believe in the mass media? Do we believe in governments, or corporations? Do we believe in a god? I submit that we cannot believe in anything. We live in a fake world. We cannot even believe in our own senses. Every sees "reality" in a slightly different way. Science tells us that we may live in a holographic universe that is not real. What can we do to find out what is real? I suggest that we accept nothing and believe in nothing. Is this nihilism? I don't know. I would like an answer. —the doubter

Never, ever, ever, ever slow to a complete stop on a highway when trying to enter an exit lane! Yes, it was difficult as no one would let you in but there was room to pull over at the top of the exit and wait rather than put at risk the lives of those in cars behind you. I honked to wake you up to the reality of a deadly car pile up possibility, with me being the hardest hit. I am not ready to die nor do i wish to prolong the past two years of physiotherapy i have been in, further. Sometimes people honk to save lives. There was no need to give me the finger as you finally squealed out onto the exit ramp. And finally, can we please, please drive more considerately everyone?! We all matter. —Glad to be alive

So sick of people thinking the world revolves around them just because they are in a car and I am on foot. I only cross at marked crosswalks when the crosswalk light indicates I may (not just a green light). Several times I have been nearly hit from people trying to speed through the intersection before I cross their path. Also, an in particular FUCK YOU to the driver who saw me crossing the cross walk and decided to try speed around the corner, nearly hitting me, when I turned around to look and try and understand just what the fuck you were doing you started yelling AT ME. you PARKED your car on a BUSY FAST LANE in order to bitch me out for getting in your way when I had started crossing before you even put your foot on the fucking gas. Needless to say you are an absolute jerk who needs to remember the world does not revolve around you. —Sick of nearly getting hit