I'm checking out things on Kijiji and all I keep seeing are pages and pages of overpriced listings from stores dominating the listings. If I wanted to pay store prices, I would go to a fucking store. I'm trying to find private sellers letting stuff go for cheap. Why does every good get ruined by corporate greed? Fuck off business, Kijiji is for private advertisers. Stop ruining everything, you greedy bastards!
—Get off Kijiji!

What has happened to our world where common sense and decency prevailed? We have people begging for money in Halifax for food, clothing and shelter. We have judges not providing support to woman with children. We have employers who allow employees to be rude and disrespectful to their customers and fellow staff. Everyone is struggling financially and the rates go up. Everyone is struggling with sick relatives or friends. A little kindness could help.
—A little more self awareness goes a long long way

.. or do men do it too? Whatever, it's disgusting and so disrespectful of other's privacy in a shared washroom. Smarten the hell up!
—I do my best not to be overheard

To the tyrannical bus driver of the 80 who defiantly shut off the bus in protest to my refusal to empty my reusable coffee mug of its contents: get over yourself. I am quite capable of preventing my beverage from spilling; even in spite of the tumultuous ride I will endure as a passenger on your deplorable transport service. Haligonians, remember that WE keep the transit service in business to serve US, not the other way around. —Wired Passenger

Look, I'm glad for you if a pet dog makes you happy. God bless if your computer wallpaper with pit bull photos in little digitally-edited Santa hats cheers you up. Good for you if owning a dog is what gets you up in the morning, but why must this societal attitude prevail that if you don't like dogs or aren't particularly swooning over every cute puppy photo or doggie adoption story you've got no soul? No, I'm not a heartless monster just because I asked you to pull your dog off me on Spring Garden Road yesterday, man. It's just that not even five minutes ago your beloved Fido was licking its own crotch and then tried to lick my hands—excuse me if I find that rather unappealing. No, my well-meaning colleague, I don't want your dog to eat off my plate when we have dinner tomorrow evening, nor do I want to help you start an awareness webpage because you want more research done into dogs suffering from PTSD. We don't even give our country's human veterans or victims of sexual assault the same level of attention as we do to "traumatized" animals, so why would I care if your "fur-baby" is scared of thunderstorms and you think it needs Prozac? Not everybody is as obsessed with dogs as others, and no, there's nothing wrong with not caring about dogs. That stunned face I get from people when I say "please pull your dog off me before I press charges," is both odd and rather frustrating. Of course it's not the dog's fault that it just got fur and slobber all over some stranger's clothes. It must be the random stranger's fault for not gushing over how cute it is and just accepting it as if it's okay.—Bone to pick

I looked all four ways at the intersection, because I knew the darkness would make me hard to see. You cut around the woman in front of you, stopping centimetres from me. I raised my arms. You yelled, asking if it was my first crosswalk. It wasn't—but apparently it was yours?
—Not sorry I gave you the finger

Listen bud: No matter how much shit you talk or post on social medi, everyone knows you you’re a loose canon and treated your partner and daughter terribly. So stop acting like a victim! You even assaulted your ex before. Quite frankly, I’m glad she finally left you because she deserves far better. Also NOBODY cares to hear about your shitty construction job or your truck! Grow up and get some therapy or something! Bullying the mother of your child hurts your child too. You are only fooling yourself.
—Realized you are toxic

Ok, so: I bought a watch from China for $13 and it ships for free and arrives at my mailbox by a Canada Post worker.
Last night, I go to ship the same watch as a gift to a loved one in BC. It doesn't fit the mail slot so they charged me $20 to ship it.
So let me get this straight: Canadian taxpayers are supporting a system that would allow a foreign company to ship to BC cheaper than I could if I was a Canadian company?
You really can't make this shit up. It pisses me off. —Screwed because they can

To the cafes around this town that have decided it is beyond their capability to butter a bagel, but will hand you a hand-wrapped cube of butter (something that likely took longer than buttering my bagel as requested): You must be curing cancer. How busy are you, really? I see you. You aren't that busy. Your cafe is empty, my bagel is crumbly, neither of us are happy here. Just butter my fucking bagel and we will continue this struggle of a relationship.
—Signed, bitter about butter

Like honestly folks, here's the elephant in the room: Our lovely home feels the need to dump endless amounts of cashola into needless crap (ahem, it's a good percentage of YOUR paycheque) like stadiums, signage for BS smoking spots and so forth. Have we totally forgotten or are just most of us unaware of the ridiculous amounts of unknown suicides related to mental health issues? And no, I'm not talking about depression and anxiety. Yes, I'm well aware these people suffer but so do 99% of the general public. I'm more so talking about severe, life-long conditions such as psychosis-related issues, personality disorders and so forth.
I'm not well versed in rocket appliances and I'm nowhere near a scientologist but I'd be willing to bet the back 40 on the fact that some of the homeless in the HRM suffer from some sort of mental illness. They are out there with little to no help. Hell, me being one of them, I cannot even get into therapy or get the support I need. There's guys out there that have cut their own fingers off being careless that receive crazy disability tax benefits and I'm trying to rob Joey to pay Ryan to get some Alpo so I'm not hungry. Like come on here, we have to all take a sit down and stop brushing off this huge issue. Almost all mental illnesses are treatable. And I'm not talking about pills galore. Proper nutrition, hydration, excercise and good therapy. Let's take some of our public funds and help our fellow person. Look at it as a long term investment. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure and that my two cents for today. Or should I say five cents. We have to round up now apparently.
—A dude with a dog