What is with all the drivers who randomly turn into oncoming traffic because, fuck everybody?

You decide to just slam a left turn into oncoming traffic like the christ of retards, then look at me with confusion when I flipped your trifling ass off.

The worst part about all this? The person you end up killing will be someone other than yourself. —need to redefine the slow lane

For years the radio stations in this town have sucked. Douche DJ. Nickleback. Bieber. Stupid commercial. Repeat. Now there is a new station that takes suckage to new levels. You claim to play only new cool music, then play a song that either sucks or is by a dude who's been dead 20 years. Your announcers are the kind of wankers people whisper "Fuck! Who invited him/her?" when they show up at parties. Is it any wonder me and everyone else stopped listening to amfm radio? —Bleeding Ears

How can the government classify e-cigarettes the same as tobacco cigarettes? This is vapour, not an exhaust tube of toxics like regular cigarettes. And, if this vapour is harmful, then give the public some solid evidence of this! Why this fucking witch hunt over a product that can actually help people quit? —Tired of Being Told What To Do By the Fucking Gov't.

The issue of bums, panhandlers and other assorted dross accosting and pestering taxpaying citizens on what is considered the street where most downtown workers walk, has been covered plenty of times in this forum. I'd like to see the installation of a newer and more aggressive SGR Cop, one with the full backing of the downtown merchants and support from the Mayor and Council. He/She should be given sufficient resources, paddy wagon (apologies to the Irish), tazer and a vicious but well trained dog.

It's long past due that this lovely thoroughfare is cleansed of the professional parasites and taxpayers are allowed to walk in peace and not be accosted by the untermensch. —Basil Fawlty

Every school in the province closed EXCEPT Dal. WTF?!?!?! Dal students are not expendable. Our safety matters, too. Have you been checking the social media sites? We've been roasting you all morning.

Thanks for finally coming to your senses and closing Dal at noon. But next time, remember that your inattentiveness meant that the better part of 16,000 students and 2,000 employees had to commute in afternoon weather conditions where road safety was deteriorating. If you have canceled classes in the morning, things would have been safer for us. — I matter, too.

Again? Really? Hindsight is 20/20 because I really should have just known you wouldn't stop. So much for marriage, and babies, and my name tattooed in "elvish" on your ring finger. HA. P.s your mother says I still get the green chair and we can have secret shopping trips together. Your sister is also my sister, always, deal with it. I'm so mad I could scream. And though he won't say it out loud, I know your dad is on my side too. I tried so hard for so long. Your argument was that I am enough, you never had to doubt how I felt. Well must be nice because that feeling CERTAINLY isn't reciprocal. Remember that scene in Ferris Bueller, when he's on the big float in the parade singing? It will take something that grandiose for me to even consider talking to you again. Maybe. Ugh. —I hate that I love you. I hate it. Bye.

Please stop taking up three seats. Please stop yelling. Please stop eating with your giant mouth open. People are afraid for their small children and pets. And most of all...SHUT UP! —Squashed rider

Yesterday my car was broken in to and purse stolen (I know, although it was a short time, I shouldn't have left it in the car hidden under the other bag. Lesson learned). I had to take the bridge to get back to Halifax, the bridge with the $1 toll. Since my wallet was in my purse that was stolen, I had no money. With shattered glass on the seats I explained the situation but Mr. Bridge Toll Man wouldn't let me pass because I did not have $1. I pointed out the remains of what use to be a car window and showed him the police file. Didn't matter. I did not have $1. This reminded me of a ferry trip to Dartmouth around Christmas when, with arms full of bags and packages, I asked Mr. Ferry Toll Man if he would pick out the fare from my fist full of change. He told me "we don't handle change." I asked, "then why are you wearing the blue latex gloves?" These employees are part of the city's transportation system. It's incredulous that: 1. Mr. Bridge Toll Man doesn't have the authority to grant a special pass in special circumstances; 2. that in order to get across I had to speak to another publically paid employee; 3. that in pleading my case with these employees I consumed more of tax payers money than the $1 toll; 4. that Mr. Ferry Toll Man does nothing but sit there; and, 5. that they're paid from the public purse but lack the authority and/or intellectual ability to make independent decisions and problem solve. These are small matters. Every employee, no matter who they work for, should be able to resolve problem not only to give good service but also to make business run efficiently. Mr. Bridge and Mr. Ferry Toll Man clearly lack knowledge of the bigger picture and of the performance expectations other organizations and industry hold their employees to. I hope, however, that in those quiet reflective moments, The Toll Men realize how damn lucky they are to have bubble wrapped-publicly funded jobs given their limited abilities. —Flabergasted

Thanks for stealing my wallet containing my rent money back in the late 80's. It's been 25 years and I have yet to meet anyone lower than you. You are a supreme waste of skin. You insinuated yourself with my friends at the bar, then listened to me tell you how poor I was. I told you how I was working three job to stay in school and still needed to borrow a little extra from my family to make ends meet. Then you waited for me to walk away for a minute, stole my wallet and disappeared. You also stole my faith and trust in others. I hope you enjoyed spending the money I worked more than 100 hours to earn. I also hope you got what I wished for you: A life filled with failure, bedbugs, dysentery, loneliness, scabs, uncontrollable hiccups, anxiety, insomnia and overwhelming debt. You asshole. —Robbed

Parking in the downtown area is tough to come by. That's why I pay a hefty price for my underground space. Having underground parking is an extra bonus during our ridiculous winters. So you can imagine how angry I was to arrive home the evening a BLIZZARD is forecasted to find a car in my spot. From my perspective, it seems Asshole heard there was a winter parking ban, weaselled their way into my parade and didn't give a single care who they was inconveniencing. It'll be interesting to see if Asshole is still there tomorrow morning after I CLEAR 30 CM OF SNOW OFF MY CAR. Cold blooded. —The civic from P2-17