Why is it so hard for people to answer simple questions... or to reply in a timely manner? Today I found items I desired to purchase. Phone # and email were left in the ad, so I called, no answer. I left a message. I even emailed just in case the person checks that more at the computer. I made sure they knew, I want their shit, and I have cash, and am eager to buy it.... several hours later I finally get an email back...I get the run around from someone who is posting an ad for someone else... for his inlaws or something. The guy doesn't even answer my one simple question "WHERE ARE THEY LOCATED?". That's typically an important question when you have cash in front of you, ready to purchase something from a seller... right... the guy emails back, saying he doesn't know where they are... but that someone is coming to look at them and if they don't buy them he'll email me... WTF... Obviously the guy knows where the items for sale are located... if someone is coming to look at them. Then I REALIZE!! The guy is an idiot... he probably thought I meant where are his inlaws located (because they won't answer the god damn phone)... I should note, I made it very bloody clear what I was asking... idiocy knows no bounds apparently. This kind of crap is always happening on Kijiji. A friend wanted to immediately buy a car... guy wouldn't give his address... said to call at 7pm... buddy calls right on time... and the man says he sold the car to someone else who came to look at it... Another guy posted a Nissan Pathfinder for 1000 bucks... call him up... cash in hand, ready to buy, 2 hours after his ad was posted... suddenly he doesn't feel like selling it... The ad was still up a long time thereafter... Another guy had a vehicle for sale... thing wasn't even in the city... was a couple hundred km away, but posted in City of Halifax... OH AND GET THIS... HERE IS A GOOD ONE... guy posts a car for sale... gives his address... turns out what he gives is the name of his building... no street signs anywhere.... my friend walks there... all the way there... 2 hour walk... cash in hand... to buy a car... that is in FAR WORSE shape than the pictures (obviously very old pictures of when the car was mint)... OH, AND THE FUCKING THING WONT EVEN START!!!!!!!! FUCK... YOU... IDIOTS OF KIJIJI... pull your heads out of your dumb asses —Jon River

Hey dick,
So I hear through the grapevine that my friend's fiancé got fired the other day. He works for the city, or DID, until your pathetic ass decided to get involved with his life. Apparently in the line of duty, he drove over your neighbour's grass with an HRM vehicle.
I realize this is frustrating. I realize people don't want their grass driven over. However, this guy was driving a massive public works vehicle on a tiny, narrow fucking street. And apparently, trying to get around your goddamned luxury car, he clipped your neighbour's grass with his huge vehicle. He had a choice and he made it. Apparently he was fucked either way.
Because what did you do? Well being the thoughtful neighbour that you apparently are, you called the city. Several days before Christmas.
And what happened? Now, several days before Christmas, HE GOT FIRED. Because apparently the grass in your neighbourhood comes before the people tending to it.
This person you called out without a thought to anybody but yourself has a family to feed. He has people to buy gifts for and family that he can now no longer afford to give a decent christmas to. Because you couldn't wait until January to air your fucking grievances.
Again, I get that these guys have a job to do and should do it professionally. But does a minor mishap that could not have been avoided warrant him getting fired? RIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS? THINK before you bitch about your first world problems, you pathetic bag of dicks. You just ruined christmas for a handful of really nice people. People who are my friends and who I care a lot about.
Fuck you. Your callous attitude is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And may 2015 be that year.
—Tiny Tim

Why do ex girlfriends need to constantly stay in touch with their ex, when he doesnt love them, doesnt like them, told her he found out about all her lies and crazy BS, and hates her. i dont understand it. its been 3 years. grow up and move on you crazy person. he has, and he wants nothing to do with you. —sick of a crazy ex

TODAY: When I walked down the street past a group of 4 men, they sized me up and down and then told me I looked good in my pants. I felt intimidated, embarrassed and angry that I couldn’t just walk down the street peacefully –without any anxiety. When I got to work –(I’m a waitress)—I had one table of two men who told me they liked me because I was “gorgeous”—asked my name, where I’m from, if I’m single. I just wanted to do my job and not be on public display to be commented on and asked intrusive questions. Later a Man I waited on grabbed my arm and started to brush his hand along my wrists and elbow. I told him, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me”—his other friend grabbed my hand and kissed it and told me not to take things so seriously. I felt violated and gas lighted and powerless to state boundaries. When I got home I told my boyfriend about what was happening at Dalhousie with the Dentist Facebook page—and how I thought these men should be suspended from school for their violent hate speech about their female class mates. He said “Do you really think it’s hate speech?”—I responded—“If it were about race—and these were violent and demeaning comments about black students—would you think its hate speech then?”, he said “I guess I would.” Why is gender, misogyny and sexual violence viewed as Oppression *light*--? So this was just one day—out of about 20 years of days like this. And I got to thinking that the fact that I have to argue and explain to my male friends and peers—to PROVE—that this 1. Happens, 2. Hurts and diminishes my quality of life and 3. Is Unjust---reflects how embedded sexism and gendered violence are in our culture—and it makes me so very tired and disheartened. It’s real. Just because I have legal rights to political and economic equality with Men doesn’t mean I live in a culture where I have the same respect and privilege as men. Don’t ask me to prove it. I live it. —Andromeda

Has anyone sought comment from the canadian dental association if they will accept the boys club participants? It seems the group members have already messed up their own careers ... The university will protect them but will the money and notoriety follow them that far up the ladder? —dental disgust

Im not gunna lie right now, but I am worried that its going too far. I woke up this morning. I was awake before I went to bed, and now I am awake again? Where are we all going in this. Why is it so loud when my clothes are washing? PLZ HELP —TricklingUpwards

If I owned a coffee shop or fast food restaurant I would give the staff permission to yell out "Next!" whenever someone walked up to the counter with a phone up to their ear. It's just plain rude to be trying to carry on an unrelated phone conversation and order at the same time. Not to mention slowing down the line! —Chairman Meow

So I am leaving work on Christmas Eve behind neck MacMall or I proceeded to take a left turn there was a car coming to my rate with the signal light on to go last tour I was turning out of. so I have plenty of time to turn left giving lots of room so this people could turn left behind me to my surprise the idiot driving the car decided that they weren't going left there were going straight so I get up to the lights which I proceeded to turn to go home from the mall all the while I look in my rearview mirror and here's a 60 year old woman giving me the finger Mary f****** Christmas to you too. yes Christmas the most wonderful time of the year brings out the idiots a psychoaths and people who just can't drive —Santa

To the person who trespassed/poked around my property on Mountain Rd and my privacy, and then proceeded to whiningly complain to the (it appears to be according to the bylaw inspector, who now has to bully me into making my home look nice for them, the government and the whiner) city council that MY HOME didn’t look nice enough for you I would ask that you contact me in some way for a conversation on the difference between something or someone looking ugly and something or someone actually being ugly. Of course, I have found that one of your petty, shallow minded (worried about appearances much?), prejudiced and bigoted kind usually isn’t used to such a thing. And why? This is because to YOU, my home doesn’t look nice. MY HOME is not here to look nice and inviting for others, but to be a home where I can come and find calmness, balance and rest from your kind. It is a place of something you can’t understand or at least requiring a different (not better or worse) kind of intelligence to perceive, and an ability to accept that which is different. As you have proven, it is not something you understand or can do. I mow the front of the yard as a compromise to your kind; so as to not offend the delicate sensibilities of those who can’t see the deeper beauty and keep it relatively clean of debris. And as anyone of intelligence knows, a compromise is an agreement between equals. As your kind has always proven, you don’t think that I am enough of a human being to compromise with or even treat with respect on this point. And why? This is because to YOU, my home doesn’t look nice. My project, for under the crab apple tree, is something I had planned for to take long term. Now to your kind, anything past your nose or wallet is too long term and the idea that someone could plan something to take years is way, way too far beyond you. After all, worrying about appearances requires only thinking about the present and to see the beauty that will come with the passage of time requires something your kind doesn’t have: the ability to see past the superficial. But that doesn’t matter. And why? This is because to YOU, my home doesn’t look nice. I live my life as best I can, with the same thoughts you lie to yourselves and your loved ones about; be yourself and live your life as you chose, so long as you are not directly hurting anyone one. Now, the appearance and state of my home isn’t hurting anyone who is respectful of me, my privacy and my rights, but to your kind it is probably hurting you where it really hurts; the wallet. How, I can’t really see unless you’re income involves taxes or higher property values. And, as another factor, after all, we wouldn’t want lower property values and thereby individually have to pay less taxes, now would we (and yes, I do understand the connections between taxes and city finances)? Such a thought would be insane to anyone, eh? Doesn’t really matter after all. And why? This is because to YOU, my home doesn’t look nice. I have many reasons why MY HOME looks, feels and is the way it is, but I imagine your short term attention span is being stretched, so I leave with this; there is a difference between something or someone looking ugly and something or someone actually being ugly. I know the difference between the two concerning my home and what you are. The question is, are you able to? Doesn’t really matter after all. And why? This is because to YOU, my home doesn’t look nice. —Tired of governement condoned bullying, prejudice and bigotry.

Hi, Just want to say thanks to the government for closing yet another opportunity for women to get their education. I am an adult that unfortunately didn't graduate, but had the opportunity to go to the N.O.W. program (New Opportunities for Women). The facilitators (Denise and Evyette) were awesome! A lot of women came out of their shell because of this program, but no more. The government stopped the funding. I have had so many opportunities thanks to the facilitators. I couldn't of done it without all the time and patience from these women. I met a lot of people that gave me a second chance, and career opportunities. It's a shame that other women won't have the chance to do this!!!!! —Very Disappointed!!!!!