I've been doing online dating for quite some time. Being considerate, when getting a message from a woman I'm not interested in (be it she's not my type, something on her profile I don't like, etc), rather than ignore her and leave her wondering what-if, I politely tell her something along the lines of "Sorry, no thanks." Making a fuss, telling me off, and writing about how much of a bullet you just dodged just makes me relieved that I didn't pursue anything with you. An insecure, whiny woman who can't handle rejection not sexy to any of us. -True Bullet Dodger

Please leave me alone. I have no interest in you. I told you that in the nicest possible way that I could and now you are blowing up my phone with hateful words. Being a douche isn't going to make me magically have an interest in you. -Please Go Away

To the asshole who keeps stealing garden and landscape material (stone blocks, stepping stones, plants) in the west end: You do realize that this sort of thing is sold in stores, don't you? Why don't you stop stealing our stuff and go buy your own? We know you're around now and we'll be watching for you. -Gardener Missing Part of A Garden

Let's get real boys and girls—this is happening because it needs to. You can't treat your employees like shit and expect no repercussions. Running a "family" business can backfire when you give all your other employees little to no trust. Remember: all those "untrustworthy," underpaid employees are all highly educated and well-organized young people, with a social support backing out of this world—so what's next? Choose wisely; the public is watching and word of mouth can be a cruel son of a bitch. -Stand Up

You date the same guy over and over and over—plaid shirt, beard, bar type dude/douchebags—and you expect different results. You are either:

A. Stupid
B. Desperate
C. Insecure
D. All of the above

I suspect your answer is D. Yes, indeed. D. -Douchebag

I have to hand it to a certain cable company with a ring to it—they have their marketing program on lock. They really want me to have cable and won't take no for an answer. I get at the same three flyers from them EVERY DAY. Then, just in case I missed the large stack of paper I now have by my door, they also send someone by to talk to me in person. I've tried calling them multiple times and asking nicely to leave me alone. Admittedly they stopped calling me with promotions and I now get one less flyer a day, although I still get one for the tenant in the apartment below me, one for the previous owner of the building and one for the "current resident." I'm starting to think this would be easier if I just give them the 100 dollars plus tax every month just to get them to leave me alone. I don't even own a TV! -No Flyers Please

It is a wise thing to do, but how can anybody get a second medical opinion in NS when it is so difficult to find a general practitioner who will take you on as a patient? If a person does find a second GP, by the time the new tests and referrals to specialists are completed, you may already be dead. -Ill And Very Scared

Dear Roomie: It's quite obvious when you're working on the ol' clit there. When I'm relaxing after a long shift at the restaurant, I'd rather NOT hear your moans when you're getting yourself off. It doesn't matter what room I'm in, even if you're in the shower doing it, I hear you. When I masturbate, you don't hear a peep out of me. I get off, but I don't need to broadcast it. Just stfu already! -Silent Masturbator

I cannot call you a lazy useless jackass because that's an insult to lazy useless jackasses everywhere. How low do you have to be to lie about being in violent amounts of pain or having a death in the family to manipulate somebody to drop everything to cover for you? I'm not the only one who has caught on btw. Good luck getting your shifts covered in the future, you've pretty much burnt your last bridge. I was it. -Angry Co-worker

Took my partner's niece to a downtown Halifax hospital emergency department and it wasn't the kids' one. She had sprained her ankle. No wheelchair to be had, for security guards looking for one and/or crutches. She ended up hopping in the door then was given a computer chair to wheel on. Healthcare shortage? This is totally absurd. An emergency room with no wheelchairs. There should be a couple at the door at all times to transport patients in the door. I said if your arm was hanging off by a thread, would you have to carry in your own appendage? On top of this, no one there to help us—three security guards never got out of their room and the triage people never came over to see the need for help on my face. -HOPPING MAD