Am I the only person to clue in that Halifax Transit's improvement plan has a direct correlation to the time they realized they were losing business? People leave this city by astounding numbers and I wonder why. Some days I get off work in winter and there's no cabs, buses are canceled and sidewalks are too high in snow, forcing me to risk my life walking with traffic, meanwhile in other cities they don't deal with these stone age problems. The truth about the higher taxes here is simply to trap people by keeping them as poor as possible as most people would leave this dump if able to do so. Also the city is only considered to so friendly due to how violent people get when hearing a swear word, forcing many to be too scared to swear, as well as how this dump has so many struggling business who use friendliness to get you to spend. Don't be fooled tourist! —Oppressed Speaker of Truth

To the retired square grandparents in our local gourmet grocery store. I may look a bit dumpy on the weekend when I go shopping on the weekend but I am accomplished and understand very well that kids sometimes pick stuff up and walk out of stores with it. I noticed my 5 year old daughter picked up a newspaper at the checkout, but before I had a chance to tell her it belongs to the store, you did it for me. And then you had the nerve, when I said I was about to tell her to put it back, to say “I wasn't sure” with that snide, judgemental look as though I was a lower class insect who didn't know right from wrong. Focus on parenting your own grandkids, and keep your rich, entitled, retire out of other peoples business. —Paying Your Pension

To the scrawny looking pissant who works at a pizza place in the south end...my GF and I stopped in for a slice and you looked at us all annoyed for being at the counter then walked away. Confused we waited for you to come back. A few minutes later you did and just said "What?" I asked, ”Is there a problem?" You said, "What can I get you?" Even more annoyed than the last time. Guess what loser, it's not the customer's fault you aren't qualified to have a real job. We literally just want to get a slice of pizza and forget you exist immediately afterward. Fuck you. —Hope You Have a Shit Day

Hey! Yeah so you work at a brewery bar or whatever...that doesn't mean you have the right to go to whatever bar you want in Halifax and act like you own the place. Don't talk over bands, you dick! —You're Not Funny

I ordered a coffee to go, you didn't have a milk and sugar station like most spots...cool...However, you asked if I'd like cream or milk. After I requested cream you proceeded to walk over to a fridge on a far side of the counter take the carton and put the cream in my coffee for me....To my horror. It was like you were a  monstrous dragon or fricking leprechaun anxiously hoarding your gold. I asked if I could have more cream when I saw that the coffee was still rather darkish for my liking. You proceed then to hand me a spoon and insist I stir it because you “put a lot in.” I awkwardly comply....before I added more cream, and you look at my cup with disappointment. Well, I just think it's weird that you're micro-managing your customer's condiment intake. Just let me do my own cream and sugar. I don't know if you're just not with the times, or you're trying to cut costs in really silly ways, but holy fuck stop...it's vexing. If there is one thing that enrages me and probably every person with a caffeine addiction as severe as mine, it's having our coffee order heavily regulated. —Cream and Sugar

Dear Halifax driver,

Do you think that shaving 4 seconds off your commute is worth almost running over a mother and toddler cycling down a quiet residential street? Did you need to swerve in front of us to beat us to the stop sign, which you barely stopped at anyway? Are our lives not worth anything to you?

I wouldn't yell this at you in front of my kid, so I'll say it now—Fuck you, asshole, slow the fuck down. I can assure you that killing vulnerable road users will make you a hell of a lot more late.

Smarten the fuck up. —Pissed-off Cycling Mum

You live down the hall and call me to help you out when you're on a "hard drive" and need help...but at work, you treat me like shit, bully me make me cry and mock me whilst doing so. You are the worst person I have ever known.  Don't expect me to do fuck all for you anymore so don't fucking text me, don't knock on my door you evil imp.

I'm telling your girlfriend all about you and how you harass me for BJs. You're 50 years old, just a waiter at a greasy dive because you have burned your bridges elsewhere and NO ONE would hire you except another sleaze like yourself... you are not special. You're not even attractive anymore. The years of drugs and booze show on your face. When I quit that job I just might spit in your twisted, ugly little face. Fuck you, la la. —Pit Bitch

Don't ask for a tip from me after charging me over $14 for a burger, chip and fountain pop! —I Won't Spare A Dime

When will it end? Every day I wake with the hope that the 2016 presidential election was just a dream. Every day I am let down. Can't he just shut the fuck up for three minutes? —Tired of Trump's Turds of Wisdom

Halifax drivers are the absolute worst in the country, bar none. Inattentive, idiotic, indifferent, unpredictable lunatics. Going near a road here, as a cyclist, pedestrian or motorist is taking your life in your hands. They must hand over a driver's license if you just mention you were in a car one time. Just unbelievable. —Terrified of an Early Death