Grind dude: “Hey! I saw you at the gym. I'd really like to fuck your ass but am not into your face. You cool if I hid your face and fuck you?” Hmm...
—Unfuckableface

This is a gentle bitch. To the retail store that thought it appropriate to festoon your window display cases with poppies, surrounding your merchandise: NO! I am sure your heart was in the right place, but a poppy is the symbol of millions of lives lost in war. Its red colour symbolizes the blood spilled by those millions of lives. The poppy should never be used as a prop. Ever.
—My father was a war vet

While watching the Remembrance Day ceremonies I was not at all pleased to hear one of the military personnel being interviewed say "there are no atheists in foxholes." How disrespectful is that toward all the atheists currently serving? My heart seriously sunk to hear it! Just an awful, closed-minded thing to say!
—Atheist solider

I'm not saying we need to shame people in the streets Cersei Lannister style, but a little humiliation won't kill people. We're so worried about offending people and "scarring them for life" that we don't even speak up when someone's being an ass—and if no one speaks up, what reason do they have to stop?
Having people laugh at you for your stupidity or making you feel bad for doing something bad is never fun, but it'll make most people think twice about doing something stupid or asshole-ish—so long as they aren't complete sociopaths.
We live in a world where anonymity is way too easy, so the shock of having someone actually call you out—to your face, and preferably with other people around—can hit even harder. At this point, shaming people through the streets shouldn't even be necessary. Just speak up where other people can hear and maybe the shitheads will realize what they're doing is wrong, or at least that the results aren't worth it.
—Being temporarily ashamed and guilt-ridden is better than being a piece of shit

It's so awesome that you finally decided to retire, putting an end to decades of you pretending to be collegial when, behind the scenes, you stab everyone in the back. No more of you dominating every meeting with your whining, no more of your victim mentality and no more of your complaining about everything but doing nothing to make things better.
—So long

Dear people who find it socially acceptable to curse, swear and make sex jokes on public transit: Can you just, like, not? It's uncomfortable for everyone around you, especially at the end of the day when everybody's tired. Paying a dollar for a seat doesn't entitle you to ruin everyone else's day, and my four-year-old son doesn't need to hear you calling someone an "asshole" into your cell phone for not sleeping with you last night. We don't care about or want to know the sordid details of your private life. What ever happened to a little thing called common courtesy? Or is that too quaint a concept in a city like Halifax? It makes me feel especially bad for the bus drivers. They work hard all day and I can't imagine the kind of stuff some of them must have to put up with on a daily basis. I'm not the free speech police, swear if you must, but try to remember that not everybody else is as cool with their children hearing it as you might be. Phones have a silent texting option too, you know.
—Fed up mom

Go back to Oakville.
—Tired of entitled men

To all Halifax dum-dums: The self check-out is not for people who have a full cart of groceries. It is not for people who take five minutes to scan a single carton of milk. Yes, I know the other lines are long, but there's a reason self check out exists: It's for people who have a couple things and can get themselves through the check-out process quickly. There should not be a line up of ten customers at self check out waiting for one creamy idiot to scan a can of soup.
—Cursing quietly. Screaming inside.

When inching ever forward in attempts to sneak through traffic to turn left onto Young Street, try not to take up the whole intersection. There are other people trying to turn left through here onto Bayers Road, and you're blocking our lanes. Stay on your side of the yellow line!
—Left-turning drivers at Windsor Street and Bayers Road

You men smell like fools with your cologne/perfume sprayed all over you. Insted of smelling like girly boys, try taking a shower or washing your clothes. Over the past year, we've been getting an influx of female perfume wearers. I can smell your dirty clothes along with your stinky perfume. You smell like prostitutes. I prefer to taste and smell my food and coffee when I'm out downtown—not your stink.I guess not everyone is blessed with their own natural scent.
—Best-smelling man in the world