Every single day, I nearly get run over.
I am trying to cross the street and drivers turning south onto Robie from Coburg Road just sail through their turn, ignoring the stop sign, and looking left for oncoming traffic. And only left.
PLEASE LOOK FOR PEDESTRIANS.
Could the city do something to make this intersection safer? A very bad design.
—Babette

To the rude, orange cat owner giving me the nastiest dirty look and giving me shit because your cat came up my steps wanting to come in: I wouldn't let your fucking nasty flea bag in my house! Maybe you should take better care of your cat if it is repeatedly trying to go into strangers houses. Just a few weeks ago, I saw your precious pet attacking another cat in the alley. It created such a big disturbance that all the neighbors went outside to investigate what the hell was going on.

Here's an idea: Get a fucking brain and keep your fucking cat indoors where it belongs if you are so worried about it! Leave me the fuck alone and keep your cat away from me.
—Annoyed neighbor

Last night we were parked on Saint Margaret’s Bay Road. We went for a quick swim, and when we returned our rear window was smashed in. My partner's purse, my camera and some other items were stolen. Not a great way to spend our last night in Halifax before heading back to Ontario. If anyone saw anything last night or sees a Canon Rebel EOS go up for sale, please contact the police. If I could even have my memory card back, I could do without the camera.
—Sad visitor

This isn't so much of a Bitch but more of a friendly, tired shout-out: If it's past midnight, you should probably turn your bass down. I love your friendly, local nature, but it was two in the morning before the band closed up—which the whole block could hear from their beds, the music amplification shaking their eyeballs. I know, 'cause that's where I was, dreading that I had to be up soon with only three hours of sleep. If we want to keep up this Sesame Street vibe our neighbourhood has, then please TURN DOWN THE BASS!
—I guess that makes me Oscar the Grouch, huh?

I hope you are not injured, I'm not the kind of person to wish that on anyone. But, I hope you fucked up your sports car so bad that you have to take a bus for a year while it is in the shop. Take your keys and throw them away, you should not be allowed to drive.
—Late for supper

Drivers need to stop sneaking around the corner when the lights are all red and the walk sign is two seconds from turning one. WTF is so important that you don't want to wait and let someone who is trying to get across the street cross? Just because the walk sign isn't yet on is no excuse for trying to cheat the intersection. The street you are turning onto is RED not green. Be considerate an not an asshole.
—Mad as hell

...you'll give a shit that there's no air conditioning in the kitchen. You know it's an issue. It's been as issue for the last three years. And you know it's fucking people up: I've told you myself—to your face and in writing—about the dizziness and vomitting from the heat. I don't give a fuck if the labour department doesn't have "a specific maximum" for how hot the kitchen can get. If your employees are getting sick from the heat, it's too fucking hot. Maybe next time I get so hot I have to puke, I'll make sure to do it in your nice, air-conditioned office. Maybe then you'll do something about it.
—Heat Stroke Waiting to Happen

WHY is every beach in this city a goddamn bio-hazard? Even the relatively remote lake beaches that you have to hike in to are littered with cigarette butts. Do you people think that shit's not garbage? Do you think the world is your ashtray? Do you think the "government" has an obligation to provide you with conveniently located ashtrays, and also to pay someone to come out and clean them on the regular? FUCK YOU. Take your effing garbage out with you and dispose of it appropriately. By all means, enjoy your cigarette. But when you have sucked all the pleasure out of it, put the butt in your pocket and take it with you. What's that? It's dirty? Are you shitting me? You won't put it in your pocket but you'll put it in your MOUTH? Fuck you again. It's so much a part of your life that you have no concept of how dirty, nasty, and gross it is. You don't want to walk back to your car with a few butts in your pocket, but you think I should be fine with walking through them and sitting on them and putting my belongings down on them. Fuck you yet another time. Take your butts with you, you dirty motherfuckers.
—Miss Anthrope

I'm sorry I pissed you off at the corner of Cornwallis and Gottingen! I'm a new cyclist in the city and I'm still learning. It can be very overwhelming sometimes and I won't get better without practice. It's like learning to drive a car: Sometimes we make mistakes. Give us newbie cyclists a break sometimes, we aren't trying to upset you!
—New cyclist in the city still learning

I was in a change room on Saturday and you put the top of your cellphone camera above the wall, stupidly thinking I wouldn't notice. Well I did notice, and although you got away I wanted you to know your sad and pitiful pervert days are numbered.

Think about your mom/sister/daughter/people in your life, and how disappointed they are going to be when they find out about your creepy and perverted life of crime. Oh it will happen, and its going to happen soon.

I also wanted to send love to the store staff and HRM police. The way you all responded was pretty impressive. Thanks.
—Pervert-aware thrifty shopper