Listen up Halifax drivers! When approaching a left-turn advance green, yellow does not mean speed up, especially if you're not yet in the intersection. What on earth is so hard to understand about the traffic light colour scheme!? Yellow does not mean speed and red certainly doesn't mean foot to the floor. You're hurtling through, protected by a ton of metal and glass and the poor souls on the corner with the walking man are just trying to get across on their own two feet. This applies especially at the corner of Sackville and Bell Road, but also North Park and Cogswell and pretty much everywhere else in the city. Pedestrians aren't given long to cross the street in the first place and when you cut into our crossing action like the road hogs you are you put lives in danger. -Two Feet, No Motor

When I arrived at my building yesterday after work, there was someone wanting to turn left out of the small driveway. I gave them space to leave, since we couldn't both enter/exit at the same time. There were a few people behind me, three or four, and I had my blinker on showing I was turning right into my driveway. As I slowed down, every single car behind me proceeded to go to the left of me, across a solid yellow, into the second lane of oncoming traffic. When did this become OK? Are they teaching this in driver's ed now? Don't you realize the stupidity of your choice? Why couldn't you just wait two seconds to let this person out, so I can proceed to clear the lane for you? If you couldn't tell by the others taking up the free lane, the person could have easily turned left without making us wait. -Confused

I’m really sick and tired of taking my car in for service at my dealership (I normally wouldn’t but I have warranty). It doesn’t matter what time I make an appointment or how small this issues I’m waiting minimum three hours. On top of that if I decide to go into work I have to wait one to two hours just to get your stupid shuttle which then allows you to push my car to the very bottom of the list, so when I get there at 4:30pm, my car—which I dropped off at 8am still hasn’t been looked at OR is just being checked now! Or my favourite was the time you took my car in for an 8am appointment which had been made a week prior to replace a certain part which you ended up “not having in stock that day” so I had to come back and waste more of my time! Why wouldn’t you print a list of parts you will be needing for that days appointments and ensure you have them? Or is that too f-ing obvious! I can honestly say I don’t understand why people without warranty willing go to the dealership it’s a total waste of time/rip-off! -Uggggggg

Walking your dog is NOTa fashion fucking god damn show. As much as I love all furry four-legged friends, I feel for yours as clearly you just need to be seen in your booty shorts and your pasty-leg parade deems more important than the number one who relies tirelessly on you and most likely laughs at your awesome tanning attempts. Hashtag smarter. -Pups

Dear Asshole with an abundance of mental issues: We are tired of your ass-kissing.
Tired of you throwing 60-pound pallets around us as we work.
Tired of you throwing your hissy fits and your water bottles being thrown across the warehouse as you clench your fists and huff and puff like an angry child.
We are tired of you huffing and puffing because the person in front of you trying to get a piece of freight is taking one second too long for you to wait.
You came from a temp service and we know why—because you can't hold a job for the life of you unless you're ass-kissing and giving handjobs to higher-ups.
Nobody feels safe working around you and we all think you may possibly be a psycho. Yes when you stomp all the boards on one side of a heavy pallet and proceed to turn it over to the other side and stomp that side out and after your done you act like nothing happened all because of a bundle of cardboard is in your way, you have some fucking problems.
This job was fantastic until your psycho ass got hired on.
Go get a therapist you fucking loser.

When you finally get fired. I will be celebrating with fireworks! literally. -FireTheFuckingAssholeAlready!

This is a bitch to myself. There are so many guys in this town I'd like to meet. I have missed so many chances to get to know people because I am just too damn shy. I can't seem to respond to any glances that come my way or even know how to just acknowledge somebody I notice. I just wish I could get the confidence to take a chance or flash that smile instead of looking down to the ground again. Sick and tired of myself and my inability to connect with the right people. Boourns! -Time For A Change

At a time when flags at post offices, fire departments and all manner of buildings are at half-mast in honour of the three slain Mounted Police officers, the largest flag in the community, visible to thousands from the Bi-Centennial Highway, flew proudly last Friday. I guess lowering it was just not worth the trouble. -A Former Customer

Guess what—banging on the button 20 times doesn't make the "walk" signal come on any faster. You only need to push it once—it's called technology, morons. -Trying To Sleep

To the professional-looking business man who freaked out on me and my co-worker on Barrington, what right do you have to question my pride of Nova Scotia for throwing out cigarette butts on the sidewalk? Really you just had to freak at the first two workers you see doing that? Try fucking following the next 10 people smoking and see what they do with their cigarette butts, because I bet you they will all do the same but I bet you are too much of a coward to tell them anything. It was only because we were working did you say anything at all so you can try and say you will have us fired (yes this asshole tried saying he will have us fired over a cigarette butt) even though we were trying to be polite and agree with you so you would shut up and move on. Instead of bitching out someone working, why don't you use your Nova Scotia pride to lobby for more places for smokers to put their butts because there are none around my work and most places in the city, so you will see me do it again. -One pissed off worker

To the 'executive coat check girl' at the dive club in downtown Halifax: First you ask me to pay double the cost to leave my sweater inside my coat at coat check. When I say that's a ridiculous rule but I'll take the sweater you then refuse to serve me. When I ask why you would refuse to serve me you say I'm being rude. When I say I just want to check my coat you say you're going to have me removed from the bar? Oh fuck off. You're a coat check girl...get over yourself. -Not Worth My $10