Let me describe today's short bus ride across town. Bus driver was agressively driving and jerking us all around on the bus saying Fuk this and Fuk that about other drivers. I mean he had one bad case of Road Rage! I was nearly jerked right out of my seat 4 or 5 times which I reeeaaally appreciated given my recent neck surgery where I had 5 discs replaced. 3 minutes in, a young girl runs to make her stop and the driver, who did have his signal on, but had not begun to pull away from the curb GRACIOUSLY lets her on. When the girl took her seat the driver turned around, looked at the girl and said " YOU COULD HAVE THANKED ME!" I am not kidding. More muttering of Fuk, jerky agressive driving during a busy time of day when you SHOULD be more careful! @#&$#@ — Fearful passenger

No I am not intoxicated.. this is a legit bitch.

I hate the word Nosh...it is so ladida drive around in your environmentally friendly car that runs on human farts car kind of word.

I should start a revolution the likes of Lenin to abolish the word.

It is food and drink/food and liquid/ or just a meal. —THEYTOOKERJEEERRBBBSSS

You found him. Yes, you found this really sweet guy who was a way better match for you than any of the other men you have ever dated. It took a little longer for you to find the right person than it takes many others (you're 34), but you found a man who was PERFECT for you. I met him. He treated you like gold. I remember watching one time as he picked you up to take you out to dinner, he greeted you with flowers and opened the car door for you--a total gentleman. He was financially stable, he wanted kids just like you do, he had a chocolate lab (your favorite breed of dog, ffs!), he wanted to travel to the same destinations you always have, you had the same political and religious views. God, you two had so much in common. But...you threw it all away. And why? Because you didn't fancy his looks! "I don't find him very physically attractive" you told me, word for word. You ended it with him after seeing him for a month. I've been your friend for over 10 years so I have seen the shit guys have put you through, cheating on you, giving you the run around, just being total douchebags. And just last year, after a few too many drinks, you broke down into tears, saying all of the good men are married and you're going to die alone! Well, you know what? Now I believe you will! You finally meet this wonderful man but you rejected him because of something as superficial as looks! Yes, there has to be an attraction but it doesn't have to be physical. My husband is not what I'd go for in the looks department, but I became sexually attracted to him because of his character! It could have been the same for you if you had given this guy more time. But no, keep doing what you've been doing, choosing good-looking guys who treat you like shit. I just don't want to hear about it when you're single again after breaking up with yet another asshole. I think there's a soulmate for everyone, and I can guarantee you Mr. Chocolate Lab Sweetheart was yours!!! Gahhh! —At my wits end with this friend

I am not Lesbian, nor bisexual, nor transgender. I have stopped questioning; I am not intersex and far from asexual. I don't understand the "+", but that's irrelevant.

I am gay. Gay. Gay. Gay.

Please stop referring to me as a LGBTQIA+ person. I am gay.

—The Exclusive Mr. Meaty

You mother fk'in cheap bastards. You summon me to jury duty, of which step one is fill out this paper and send it back to us. Here's a self addressed envelope...you supply the fucking stamp. Not bad enough all the aggravation and cost involved in performing my "duty", your gonna suck some real fucking "money" out of me as well. Don't get me wrong, I CAN AFFORD A WHOLE BOX OF FUCKING STAMPS.....you cheap fucking assholes. Go fuck yourself Judge Wapner....I'll be there so you can't throw my ass in jail you cheap pricks....and you patriotic political type nay-sayers can kiss my left nut.

Sincerely, Normal 98.5% of the Time...NOT this Time —LMH DOJ

The other day I returned from an errand and found a hundred dollar ticket on my windshield for parking in a streetside handicapped zone.

Now look. I do NOT make it a point to park in handicapped zones. I think people who knowingly do this are dicks. But in my defense, there were no signs indicating it was a handicapped spot. There were no markings on the street or sidewalk. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that this even WAS a handicapped zone. The only sign in existence in this spot was a 1 hour parking sign.

Obviously i'm confused. I take a short video, some photos and hightail it over to the closest HRM office to discuss contesting the ticket. And I'm informed that the only case I could possibly have is if I had a handicapped pass and it had fallen and wasn't visible at the time I was ticketed.

I explained that because I was unable to identify the space as being reserved, I had no way of possibly knowing. That the sign was missing and the street had no visible evidence of reserved parking.

I was told "Well when you see this, you have to call 311."

Astounded, I explained that this was the whole point. How could I know there was a missing sign? I'm not the one being paid to keep an eye on this shit. I'd never parked here before. As far as I could tell, it was a 1 hour parking zone.

—You'll be hearing from me. A lot. I was hit with the same "You'll have to call 311 when you don't see a handicapped sign." So you know what HRM? That's exactly what i'm going to do. Every time i park the car, unless I SEE a handicapped sign, I will be calling you to make sure i'm not parking in a poorly-maintained spot. This isn't just a pain in the ass for me, it's annoying for the handicapped too. How the fuck can they take advantage of spots that are not clearly marked?

Funny how all you people who put down Valentines Day and the people who celebrate it, happen to be single. Jealous? Sorry you have no one to spend it with! —Can't wait for pasta and wine with my man on V-day

Tonight Kiddo and I were nearly run down right outside her school. An SUV was doing 80 on Hawthorn street. Kiddo and I were standing trying to cross, she as always hand in hand standing and waiting and they came so close it nearly touched her bag I was holding.

They were going so fast I couldn't see the driver or model, just that it was a reddish burgundy colour. They were going so fast that by the time we jumped back to avoid being hit, they were gone, around the corner on to Portland Street.

Kiddo immediately started to cry. It scared her. I was enraged. She turned to me and was bawling, "daddy he tried to kill us, what if he killed you?"

To that driver, was it worth driving so recklessly down a snow covered narrow street? Did you get home a minute earlier? At what cost? How dare you be so thoughtless, so selfish, despicable person.

Then I thought, how many people have been hit in Halifax by cars in the last three months? TOO MANY.

I ask you spread this message to your friends and families. Remind them to take it easy. Take it easy yourself. Slow down. Put your cells away. Watch. REALLY watch for others. Drive slower. We are such a small community here. We can make a difference.

For now I await a night of nightmares for my little one.

—For the love of pedestrians

A husband and wife team have work like elves for 27 years will be closing their storefront at Hollis St. on April 31st. A cash strapped university has raised their rent. When did it become the norm to replace loyalty, small business vitality with the great money grab! Hang your head in shame! —Wishing I WAS NOT -----!

so i see all these arguments going down online. guess what and i is typing this way for a reason. YOURE opinion doesnt matter when you make a mistake. who cares if english isnt your first language or your typing on a mobile or tablet in bed or on the couch. when your opponent got nothing else to say its all Haha you cant spell or write. imagine if we discredted and wrote off all those that made a mistake. well the dooms sayers would be happy because thered be none of us left. now tear me and this apart because obviously you can figure out everything about me and my life from five sentences. oh and the old lesson still applys- nobody likes a know it all. let loose because i can take it. —yup, english is my third how many do you know?