I'm in the cleaning business....more specifically, I clean buildings that have public washrooms....and I gotta say....what a bunch of pigs humans are....piss and feces on the floor...and the wall...dirty diapers on the counter....."sanitary" napkins on top of the garbage can...used tampons plugging toilets....boogers splattered on the mirror........really, people?? —People I Seldom See

Why AM I HER sister because she is big, many years working with you and you still DEGRADE ME, your just JEALOUS because people like me. —Who I Am!!

If, while riding down the street in your car, you are unable to resist the urge to bark like a dog at female pedestrians, then you may want to consider scheduling a visit to your local veterinarian and asking about whether getting neutering might help curb some of your problem behaviours. To the other gentlemen cat-callers: if you treat me like a cat, I consider myself fully in my rights to claw the fuck out of you any time you approach me. Best Wishes, —An Eminently Reasonable Woman

It's sad when I run into people who are poor or homeless in this city who've never once ventured beyond Nova Scotia's borders. Some have spent considerably long-lives here, walking the same circuit daily, revolving around the petty pleasantries that their poverty allows them to. It's an isolationist-culture here that has its own distinguished character. It's been astonishing to see how ignorant and in-the-dark these types are regarding prosperity in other Canadian places. They don't get even a tantalizing glimpse of how absurd and dysfunctional this place really is. Many live and die that way... This is for all you low-income and homeless who feel defeated and reluctant to move on and find greener pastures: Give it a chance! Once you get west of Quebec you are entering a considerably more flexible social-services net and a broader job-market and, therefore, a much more improved life. Why sit and stagnate like Keith-so-and-s0 did and his dad did and so on? Why adopt the typical downtrodden uniform of a beard, a plaid coat and paint-on blue jeans? —Never coming back

What the fuck people!?!?! When will you just accept that Lady in Red is probably the best song ever written? Yes I know, Take my Breath Away is a close second, but I'm tired of debating this with you. For fucks just pour yourself a glass of wine, close your eyes and think about that one moment and that one woman/man you'll never forget. You were amazing... —Just you and me

Enough. My parents didn't name me "dear," "sweety," "darlin," "Hun" or "honey." I'm a grown woman, almost 30. If all you customers can come in and speak to my male counterparts with a degree of formality and maturity, then you can show me the same courtesy. Don’t use east-coast charm or good intentions as an excuse. I work hard in my job and I have a name and if you don't "charmingly" call men sweetheart, you can lose it for me. —Not so sweet

I realize it's a long winter with pets that need walking. It’s been a long hard winter...But is it really acceptable to allow your dog to piss all over a child's snow fort when it is OBVIOUS they had spent hours building it? Come on! They were so proud and excited with their little snow fort. The next morning, when they went to admire their feat, hearts were crushed to discover dogs had pissed all over the entrance...WTF! What is wrong with you! It's hard to explain why some one would be so inconsiderate, stupid and callous. I hope you read this and try to remember what it's like to be a kid and how much yellow snow sucks. Winter is tough enough without jerks... —Sad Dad

Kudos to wheelchair amputee urban hero for shaming and embarrassing HRM with his one-man li'l ice pick removal of an ice barrier! You have proven it's not that winter maintenance guys CAN'T clear it--it's that they WON'T. I live in a street off South Park, and my street and sidewalks are a glacier: 100% ice. 2 days ago a li'l Bobcat rode over the surface of the slimy, bumpy sidewalk (coated with useless black gravel), slicing an 8" wide low ledge into the concrete snowbank bordering its edge. Every morning and every afternoon, I creep sideways along this narrow, minimal-but-better-than-nothing snow ledge: sidestep ... sidestep ... along about 75 feet of lethal sidewalk, clinging at times to the snowbank edge or a tree. Every day as I remove my boots upon arriving at work or later on back home, I offer a silent prayer of thanks: "One more day without broken bones." What is infuriating is the sight of South Park and Inglis Streets, their full lengths and almost full widths consisting of BARE, DRY ASPHALT. My neighbourhood is where most of the universities and K's College are, so there is a huge pedestrian population of students and university employees. There is also a seniors apt building, with persons using wheelchairs, scooters, walkers, etc. a common sight 3 seasons of the year--they have now disappeared. Surely denying disabled taxpayers their mobility is a violation of their human rights and/or Constitutional rights and therefore illegal?? And surely leaving fire hydrants and curbside storm sewers exposed and usable should be part of ROUTINE winter maintenance?? As my old Mum says, "Whatever happened to common sense?" I've phoned 311 weekly for 4-5 weeks now to complain about the glacial state of my street and sidewalks and am told: "Oh, but you're a SIDE street." Uh no, I'm a taxpayer, and I resent being blown off because I choose NOT to drive/congest/pollute. Whoever is in charge of sidewalk clearing in the side streets off South Park and Inglis, PLEASE GET OFF THE POT, get out your pickaxes and GET ON WITH IT--enough is enough. —Pedestrians Pay Taxes Too

Am I wrong, or am I entitled to choose not to disclose personal information to customers? When perfect strangers come in and ask where I live, how many hours I work, what days I work, how much I'm paid, etc. Is it not perfectly reasonable that those things are none of someone's business? I'm asked these questions regularly. I'm a private person, I don't think working customer service means I have to be an open book and discuss my schedule with people because they see me a lot and want to know why. Would anyone go into a lawyer'a office and say "Geeze you're here again? They've got you working a lot. You must live nearby. How many hours do you work a week? Whadda they pay you? Better pay you for that!" It'd be inappropriate right? So why is it okay to ask that of a cashier? Why am I called a bitch for being 26 and thinking that my work schedule is my business and doesn't require discussion with a bunch of strangers? Correct me if I'm wrong, it just seems like I'm entitled to politely not answer questions that most people don't have to answer at their jobs. —Opinion curious.

Just after we finish building a snow fort for our kids, you come along and let your dog pee all over the entrance to the fort. The dog was on a leash, why couldn't you pull him around the corner where no one plays? Ignorance is piss, I guess! —Your dog is not a child