To the men and women who swear and yell at the teenagers taking their drive-thru orders: You need to grow the F*** Up! A man in his 40s calling a 16-year-old girl a SL** because the business’ card reader is broken. Wow, you are a really big man! To the woman who ranted at the boy who forgot her ketchup: I don’t think you needed to call him “pus-face” because he had acne. People wonder why kids don’t show respect? —A Real Adut

Hey black civic, don't go flashing your high beams and waving your fuckin' finger at me "no" when I turn left out of my building. The roads were clear and you were the one speeding! I had plenty of time to get out and maybe, just maybe, if you were driving the limit you wouldn't have had to tap on your sweet little brakes. Which I don't even think you had to. —Slow down!

Halifax is an amazing entertainment town, but too many events start too late for the over-50 crowd. Giggle if you will, but once over this age it feels like every night is a school night again. Mid-lifers love entertainment but also love our sleep. Can we consider 8 p.m. a great starting time for events? Not 10 p.m. —from the office of Willing, Wanting and Weary

You tell people you’re “sensitive," and you get up in arms when people are not “considerate." What you really mean is you are “sensitive” to your own needs, wants and issues. FYI — you are not in the least “sensitive” to anything going on with other people. Which also makes you incredibly inconsiderate. —F'ing Hypocrite

I sell online regularly. I have to, disability and all that. So I have to ask two things; why is it that OVER 50 per cent of the people I am in contact with, either through email or phone, just don't come through? They agree with the price, agree with a said time to meet, and then...nothing!!!! No call or email to say, "I've changed my mind, something has come up", whatever, anything. It's called common courtesy. I call it plain ignorant. The other, and what I feel is an even bigger issue, is the more I sell online. This is not a retail store. I/we can't offer warranties. It's called "buyer beware" for those that really need to be told. But no, how many wankers have I dealt with that expect a used $20 item to be returnable!!!! I'm sorry, but that is just stupid. But it happens all the time. And for the idiot that repeatedly called, emailed threats to me because of a $20 item: You need serious help if that is your reaction to not getting your way. I had to call the police on your sorry ass, over $20!!!! And you still went out of your way to email under the pretence of being another buyer just to waste my time. You are one very sick individual. It's called stalker law, you twisted fuck! So anyone willing to sell online, it's called customer beware. Because there are some very fucked up individuals buying online. —Brenda

First of all, I would like to commend you for your diligence towards personal health. I've tried to take up jogging, and I just can't stick with it. But it seems that while you are out there keeping fit, you have forgotten some basic manners. You see, I own a dog and therefore have to walk my dog on the same sidewalks you use, but you guys never seem to be able to share them. I always make sure that my dog and I move out of your way, you never move out of ours. That is fine, I suppose, as there are often herds of you and only two of us. Often, I pull my dog off to the side, make her sit and we wait for hordes of you to jog on by. And here's what really gets my goat: No one says thank you. Not a single one of you has ever said thank you. Instead you keep chattering about your yoga classes and no-carb diets and pass us by like you didn't even notice us. That is rude and inconsiderate. While you may feel good about your level of personal fitness, you should feel bad about your lack of social graces, manners, and common courtesy. Don't worry though, getting into the habit of saying thank you is easier than getting into the habit of jogging. —Manners

I get it. You are twenty-something and have the world by the ass. Good for you. That does not give you the right to diss me and my highly artistic, efficient, professional friends in their early-to-mid thirties by calling us COUGARS and otherwise insulting us just because we had the unfortunate luck to be sitting next to you. Here is a tip: Spend less time being a mean idiot and being a good, karma abiding member of the universe and maybe, JUST MAYBE, you will be as cool as me and my friends when you are our age. Which, by the way, is only five years around the block? You f***ing morons. —30-something and proud of the wisdom

I usually keep my complaints about Metro Transit pretty private, among my friends and myself. I know Metro Transit has a hard job to do. I also recognize the impossibility of always being on schedule. However, I just waited for 45 minutes in the cold rain at a stop with no bench for the number one bus. Which is supposed to come every 15 minutes. Standing on my arthritic knee, which, incidentally was inflamed due to the weather. Painful? Yes. Even more so when the bus was so crowded with other people that had accumulated during the delay that I had to stand. Between the hours of four and six, going from downtown to Mumford or vice versa is always a hassle. Some of us really depend on you guys, Metro Transit. Please find a more efficient way to deal with delays. —sore and cold

So you call my shop, looking for an update on the service we are providing. But instead of politely asking, you demand to speak to a "supervisor" or owner, without letting me inform you that we have almost completed your "job." You seriously looked and sounded like an ass. I think I will call your work and ask to speak to your supervisor. How will that make you feel? Karma will come back and I hope a customer makes you feel the way I felt today. Yelling at the "receptionist" was sure to make YOU feel better, bitch. —I'm always pleasant