I'd like to extend a big “thank you” to whoever has been claiming our tiny front yard on Edward and Coburg as their dog's daily outhouse all winter. It was weird to repeatedly wake up to footprints leading from the sidewalk to our windows, but now that the snow is melting it all makes perfect sense. We're excited to clean up giant piles of your dog's shit in the double digits because you're consistently too lazy or unable to care after your pet. Maybe one day you'll see us picking up after you and will decide to be a less crappy neighbour and offer to help. In the meantime, please consider swapping your dog for a goldfish. Or, better yet, a pet rock; those are even less responsibility. —Just Some Random New Neighbours

To the people who nearly got run over by the Taxi Mini-Van crossing Queen street on Spring Garden at around 5:15 on Friday March 13th because he didn't feel it was necessary to wait for you to finish crossing even though you were already half way across the street, I got his license number and filed a complaint. —Horrified Passenger

Halifax has become a mecca for hipster high-end overly-priced restaurants, coffee shops and stores. This shop local trend in my opinion is a load of crap. I think it crosses a line when the businesses are "owned" by young hip folk, but are actually backed by developers, which in turn will gentrify that area (i.e. Gottingen and Agricola Streets) by starting the change through these businesses, meanwhile working on development and condos. But consumers still buy that shit, thus making it difficult for modest entrepreneurs and artists who want to start a business in Halifax. It has become too expensive for these modest folk to get into this "local business" as rent and taxes are so much due to the high-end trend we see now. That's my rant; there's very little true local business in this city and after living here for all these years I see little reason to stay as the arts and culture scene is full of ego and money. It saddens me more artists and small entrepreneurs who ask reasonable rates for their offerings can't make it in this town. For those that are still doing it, I deeply respect your efforts. — Bitchinainteasy

There is no wonder the whole post-secondary education system is in such a mess. Universities are mostly run by upper-middle-class conservative, unimaginative, boring white people who embody the complete opposite of the humanity that universities were founded upon. It's a fucking joke. It is a publicly funded safe-haven for sexual assault, sexual violence, racism, classism, misogyny, labour exploitation, the suppression of true critical thinking and a retirement home for the well-past-their-prime. All of the unemployed or exploited young professors who can't afford a pot to shit in should join together and create a new institution. Do anything other than give another minute of your short life to a concept founded on truth but sustained through lies. Everything you learn in a university can be learned somewhere else. —Stop The Cycle, Overpaid Admins And Retirement Age

If you're a "nice guy" to a girl up until you realize she doesn't want to date you, then go on about how she's a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date "nice guys,” like nah mate. Girls do date nice guys. You just aren't a nice guy. You're a passive-aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex. —K. Walker

Hey Mr. 34 Driver, you know, bus 998 driving Scotia Square on Wednesday at 5pm-ish. Why do you hate your job so much? I don't care that you're cranky and have been dick to everyone boarding the past 3 days I've been on your bus. I don't care how you yelled at the nice woman trying to get out by waving her hand in front of the door even though it didn't open (I watched). I just need to know why you hate your job so much. I get there's a lot of traffic, but that's your fucking job.....to drive through traffic. But you have to drive angry and take it out on everybody on your bus with your constantly treating every single stop like it's a panic stop when it's not, to the point of that one older lady falling over on one of the side benches. Driving is not for you, Dude. Find something else to do. —Never driven a bus in my life but could easily drive one better than you

dear fellow south enders, snow on the ground is not an excuse to leave your dog's crap on the street. I have a dog. I pick up after him. Why would I do that you ask? Snow or no snow - shit is still shit - and no one likes to have shit all over the place. —cantastandallthepoo

Seriously?? Smoking on hospital grounds - especially a children's and women's hospital?? Peeling off the "no smoking" signs that are posted everywhere? Are you so incapacitated by your poisoned lungs that you can't walk the 50 feet to get off the property? Or you think hundreds of cigarette butts decorating every surface, snow bank, and bush is a "must"? Oh wait - I know! You must think that because YOU enjoy poisoning your body, you should be generous and benevolent enough to share your toxic fumes with the patients of the hospital - immuno-compromised babies, children, and women. Well done. Do you really think a hospital does not have air intake vents for "fresh" air? Shaking my head at smokers' utter lack of regard for vulnerable people... —Disgusted - SO disgusted!

Dear general population, the material used to construct our streets is asphalt. It is pronounced ASS-FAULT, not ash-fault. Take a good look at the spelling. When you say it wrong it makes you seem like you don't know how to read. Saying ash-fault would only be acceptable if you are indeed illiterate. —Lover of the streets

to the wonderful cyclist this morning who i witnessed biking down robie as i sat lazily on the 80, i admire your courage in biking that street in any season but especially today when it is still icy in places and the snow decreases the shoulder of the road quite a bit. i choose to take the bus instead of my bike for that reason. a decision i am continuing to make every day as i am not so brave. i was admiring your speed and passion as you sailed in front of the bus when you fell off your bike before cunard. i yelled at the driver to stop, and thankfully he was quick on the brakes. you got right up and dusted yourself off. i'm sorry if you were hurt. i thought about you for the rest of the day and wish you happy trails from now on. —cyclist on the bus