I slipped and fell down on my hand, spraining my wrist and breaking my pinky finger. This happened on my vacation as well, so aren't I lucky, got to spend my vacation injured. While my wrist and finger were healing, my parents offered to let me stay with them for two weeks. This injury was getting the best of me as my left hand was out of commission, so I took them up on the offer to help me out.

I met this great woman and started dating her. She was put off when she found out I was staying home with the folks, which was understandable, why would a 33-year-old man be living with his parents. I explained to her that I was just temporarily staying with them so they could take care of me until my injury healed. She stops seeing me, telling me it was just a broken finger and that she didn't date "Mama's boys". And she still wouldn't have anything to do with me when I told her it was THEIR idea! Come on?! Stop seeing me because of this? I'm left-handed! My wrist was sprained badly and I needed to take strong pain meds to ease the pain! I get a bit zonked out after taking these, so maybe it wasn't the best idea to be left alone? Hence, my parents are with me to keep an eye on me!! But no, I guess I'm just a pussy Mama's Boy. Give me a break! Bitch. —NON-pussy

I gotta put this out there, because it really is ridiculous. Please, Nova Scotian drivers, give back your drivers licenses. Cyclists...hang up your bikes. Pedestrians....give up your walking shoes. Why do I suggest this. I have deduced it down to complete sense of "i can do whatever the fuck i want and fuck everyone else" shown by the avg person. Drivers who cannot, or WILL not abide by the laws and as an aside, rules of the road. Disregard shown daily for signage, lane markers, painted road lines etc. drivers disregard for pedestrians, on and on. Cyclists who also refuse to abide by the laws and rules designed to keep them safe. oh you are gonna just do whatever the fuck you want anyway....good for you. Pedestrians. You DO have the right of way. but you ALSO have the responsibility to ensure your safety AND observe the laws as well. the only reason you HAVE the right of way, is to legally cover you in the event of an injury and the need for compensation based on them. SMARTEN up people..PLEASE. Work together. and if you just CANNOT be bothered to practice safe driving/cycling/walking practices....dont drive/cycle/walk anymore. —Icky12

Alright so I'm visiting Quebec and I get sick. I go to the hospital and fear the worst which is of course the waiting time to see a doctor. After getting registered in their system, I am told it will be a little while. I think to myself, lovely, how long is this going to take...Literally five minutes later I'm in a bed, and within six hours, during which I receive blood tests and an ultrasound, I am out the doors and good to go.

Home in NS, people wait six hours just in the waiting room... If ones going to a local hospital and not the 24 hr emerg! you could be there all day... While Quebec could learn a bit from us, we can definitely learn from them in the health care department. I'm telling ya. They know how to deal with sick people here. —ItsNikkiGuys

Why is it that every time I go to Access Nova Scotia, the company I am with upon arriving looks like a bunch of unemployed, lazy, dirty trash? Without fail, every time I go to renew my license or get my permit renewed, there is gaggles of decrepit truck driving, pimped out civic riding imbred-looking individuals who:

1. Have no idea how the system works, after, presumably, having been there multiple times before. Showing up without the proper documentation, insurance etc. then proceeding to argue with the "I couldn't give a flying fuck" service person who is gonna take home the same 37,000 a year plus benefits whether or not you get your car plate without an inspection sticker.

2. Have NO CLUE how the computerized cue system works. Every single time, without fail, there is someone behind me or in front of me who doesn't know how the little "select your transaction and we will give you a number" thing works. There is 5 frigging buttons. If you can't read, don't know what you're there for, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your priorities and learn some basic literacy skills before renewing that drivers license on your 1992 Tempo/Topaz. I have noticed now that they actually have someone stand next to the machine that spits out your number and even selects the button for you - kind of defeats the purpose I think.

3. Argue about and comment to anyone who is in earshot, about the cost of various services. Yes, I resent the cost of renewing a license plate at twice the expense of most other provinces. Yes, I resent having to pay hundreds of dollars to drive my car, but you know what? It isn't a surprise to me. I know what to expect before I go in so that I have my money ready and my documents and forms in order to ensure as painless an experience for me and everyone else there.

I dread the thought at having to go back in two years. Next time I'm going online. —GodGet it Together

The law states that a crosswalk exists at EVERY intersection whether it is painted or not. Screw the drivers that obviously don't give a shit about anyone else and are in such a "rush" that they can't stop at a legal crossing?? I have to walk across the south side crossing of Charles and Agricola multiple times per day and at least once or twice I get yelled at by drivers. Hearing "Get the fuck out of the way bitch" or simply just being almost run over is not funny. It's dangerous and disrespectful and devoid of any human decency. Also taxi drivers? You of all drivers should know better. —Pissed Pedestrian

It's a frikkin office and I know that casual is sort of okay these days....but...there is something not cool about walking around the office in bare feet! Your feet aren't dirty nor do they smell; it's just wrong. —Blusenoser

You acted like a child. I felt like your mother. This is why we did not and could not last in a relationship together. You took advantage of my empathic and caring personality and got immense satisfaction out of me caring for you, despite an 8 year age difference. I've always been the one to try and help rescue the damaged. I now realize that you can not rescue someone who doesn't want to help themselves get better. You've torn me down to the bottom with you and ripped my heart out of my chest. I hope one day you grow up and realize this. —Always, The Rescuer

Hey dude, remember when I shot you down but you insisted and finally I told you that I have a problem w your personal hygiene - in that, you have none.... then you see me on the street a couple years later and you are still a dirtbag and still insist that we should get together. I really don't want to have to go there again. I don't wanna be a total bitch to you. You are nice enough but really not clean enough. Lemme break it down: you should use soap or body wash, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant, laundry detergent, dish detergent and all kinds of other available cleaning products for you and your place. Even if you used the crappy natural products it would still be better than the nothing you are using now. You smell like dirt and nicotine, your breath is nasty and I dont want to imagine the uncleanliness of other things. Here is your not so subtle hint. Clean is sexy. Fresh is sexy. Nice smelling is sexy! —Can't Compromise on Clean

Ad: asking $200 obo

Email: will you take $100

Seller: I'll drop my price to $150 obo. Do you want to come see it?

Email: I'm afraid that the two of us are a bit too far apart in price. Can you come down on price more?

Seller: Seller: There are two other guys listing at $300, I'm already down to $150 obo and we are only $50 apart from closing a deal. Are you sure you won't come out and see the item then make me an offer?

No email —WTF? a tire kicker shopping for a wow price?

To the guy who's always roaming around Spring Garden Rd. talking to random suckers about his problems and his relationship problems, no one fucking cares! Shut up! I swear you will spill your personal life to anyone who will fucking listen, its pathetic. No one wants to hear it , NO ONE! —Grant Fuhr