Why do people continue to drink and drive???? After all the publicity on the horrific events that these situations have caused - WHY THE HELL IS IT STILL HAPPENING!!!! A wonderful co-worker was killed by a drunk driver just over a year ago. The perpetrator was sentenced to five years in prison yesterday. Nobody wins!!!!!! —Think Before You Drink!!!!!!!!

I've just returned from an epic road trip to Alberta and back, and wanted to congratulate Halifax and the rest of this shithole province for having the WORST ROADS IN CANADA. I thought maybe Montreal would have us beat, but it wasn't even close. HANDS DOWN the most deplorable and undrivable roads and highways I've ever seen in Canada, and I've done this trip 7 times now. All these recent motorcycle crashes make me wonder what the circumstances really were. It's not rocket science, create some jobs and fix these fucking roads instead of dropping another 100million in some botched boat or 'historic building restoration'. —Jack

All your relationships have been nightmares. You're so happy now, but I know it's headed for the same train wreck you always end up in. Emotional co-dependance is not how you build a lasting home. —Keeping my mouth shut anyway

So the restaurant is/was located in Darkness - probably too hard for your foodies to make it over here and check yourself - but you're selling coupons to a CLOSED restaurant. I found out because Groupon told me they owed me a refund. If you want to pretend an authoritative voice on food in HRM, pay more attention. —fed_up

***That closure did catch us off-guard, particularly as the salesperson who dealt with that account is off on maternity leave. We apologize for any confusion or frustration the mix-up caused. —Editor***

Arriving at the coffeeshop at the right time (it pays to put a horseshoe up your ass), I get mt coffee and scone and I snag a comfy chair by the window. Just as I'm about to put the first bite into my mouth, you come along. "Do you mind If my friend and I take your seat?" Yes. Yes, I do. I was there first and 6 other 2-seat tables were available. You havr the nerve to ask for mine? Oh! Wait! You're a UNIVERSITY STUDENT... forgot. Sorry, next time.. —Daddy

Ended the summer with a very relaxing bicycle ride. I had gone to one of our usual trails/woods with two friends. None of us brought mud guards because of how dry its been and there wasn't rain in the forecast. As we are just headed into the trail I notice a big pile of raccoon crap smack-dab right in the middle of trail. I thought it was from a dog at first and their owners are notorious for not picking up at this area. So yup, it was from a raccoon and whats worse is theres another pile five feet in front of it. Well it was getting dark after a few hours of riding but the amazing amount of raccoon poop wasn't, that's for sure. So let me tell you driving a bike through raccoon shit and having it get struck to your back wheel and flung all over your seat (the bikes and your ass) and all up your back isn't fun. One of my friends even got a bit in her hair. The mudguards certainly wouldv'e helped out alot but then I get to thinking don't our takes pay for park patrols in the woods and stuff? Shouldn't these men and women be cleaning up after animals too? A dog poops and it eventually at some point by someone gets cleared up, so why not raccoons? I even think the municipality could benefit from installing garbage cans where people actually go. Heck I see one every ten feet downtown but not a one in parks. —Even my car seat stinks now

Traffic on a sidewalk goes both ways. I bet it was a surprise to you and your new found friends walking three-abreast that I wasn't stepping on the wet grass to get out of your way. Momentum was on my side. —Angry Runner

You've been coming here a long time and I'm a "real bitch" eh? Ooo bravo big man, pushing at least 70 and verbally abusing the girl a third of your age behind the counter. Do you feel tough? I'm actually not a bitch as everyone else has liked me enough to keep me around for several years now. Getting minimal service from me? Here's why. You smoke cigarettes, thus taking out and viewing the package 25 times multiplied by how many packages you smoke, and yet you still come into a store and wave your hand around and say, "I don't know what they're called. Just show me all the shelves." Well actually, that's illegal. You don't have the privilege of viewing shelves of cigarettes anymore, and I'm not Vanna White lifting each cover at your leisure. Knowing what brand you smoke isn't my job, it's actually your only job as the customer. I also don't take kindly to people coming in regularly asking for matches when you only make a $12 purchase here every few months. When I don't have matches and you whine about how are you supposed to light this, and I suggest buying a lighter, you scoff and say "I won't be paying for a light" as if it's reasonable to assume a business will provide you a constant free supply of matches without purchase. It's not. On top of that, frankly, your manners are shit. I've never heard a hello, please, or thank you out your rotten old mouth. When you come in and distastefully ask me if my boss is "dead or something?" while he is actually away attending a funeral, you lost all good graces I had left to give. So again, because you didn't have the balls to stick around and all I've got is the bitch board to retort, fuck you. A big fat fuck you. Now I'm a bitch. —A real bitch

Hey, do you enjoy serving all the underage kids and rude scum other stores ID and/or reject? Seems like it. —Sour

Get off your damn phone and concentrate on driving your car! You're shitty enough at it when already paying attention. Morons. Also, stop tossing your spent smokes wherever you happen to be – on the street, out the car window, in the bus shelter, etc. You don’t have the right to litter just because your garbage is on fire. Man the fuck up and take responsibility for the garbage that your addiction produces. The streets and lawns outside businesses in this town are grotesque with strewn butts. — I_Know_It_Won't_Help_But_I'll_Keep_Trying