As usual the idiots who make decisions aren't the users of the service. Get this, thousands of elderly cruise passengers spending hundreds of dollars each and needing to "pee" every 15 minutes, they arrive at Historic Properties' Food Court, have a meal and now have to "go".....immediately!" and what does the public washroom sign say on the door: "For Employee Use Only, You must use the washroom in the ferry terminal" The Ferry Terminal? the octogenarian says to his feeble wife, where's that? He poops his pants and swears to never return to Halifax again. Isn't there a code or something that you need nearby bathrooms if you serve food? Were Cruise people stinking up the bathroom? Or is Historic Properties in the know about all Cruisers wearing depends? The idiot decision maker in this case is under 50 and has a normal prostate. —Nondependant in Bedford

To the drunk Capital Health executive rambling loudly about how unions are parasites and the province is right to cutback on public service salaries: You know you work for the government, right? If the difficulty you had figuring out your bill is any indication, the Liberals could probably save a lot of money getting rid of managers like you. —Fuck the boss

You can't get pissed when you fail to yield then almost run another car off the road, next time you are driving on port land look before you just ram your van into traffic! —almost flipped

Soon it will be over. I have been limping along through this ordeal, catering to your narcissistic abuse. Soon I won't have to rely on you and I will be free of you. I just gotta hang on and kiss your ass a little longer. I hate you. I really do. —Dark Rosaleen

Remember when you said that? I laid in my room wide awake reading the messages coming in with a smile from ear to ear. Knowing I was the girl that drove you crazy, made me happy and also made me melt and wrap around your finger, which you have now incessantly manipulated me with. Lately, you seem uninterested, and every time I message you, you never answer back. It's mega confusing when you say you like me one day, and act like I don't exist when I see you out, then invite me over 3 days later to hang out with you and your friends. I'm writing this because I don't know if you enjoy head games, you're testing me, or you're just insecure and like having me close but not too close. I don't know how to tell you this without fear of losing you altogether, because the times we share are fun but it's starting to hurt. I've decided to treat you the same way you're treating me. In hopes it will help you feel how I feel. In hope's you'll realize you either have to let me go or be something I know you want to be but are too scared. You're attractive, humble and insanely smart. Stop keeping me on a thread because you're insecure with yourself. Because I don't have the scissors to cut the strings you attach me to. I'm just as vulnerable as you are. —Figure it out and let me know

To the grown man in line behind me to get into this evenings food truck party that decided the $2 entry fee was "absolutely fucking ridiculous". Your a real piece of shit, leaving the line to sneak in for free. Someone is willing to put together a community event where you have access to restaurant quality food from a number of different vendors, and you don't want to pay a very small fee to help with overhead costs? Instead of spending your evenings sneaking into such events, perhaps you should get a second job. I feel bad for your girlfriend, as she clearly doesn't feel comfortable enough to speak up to you and tell you how pathetic you are. —Toonies aint a thang

For the love of all that is sacred, please stop advertising your Christmas crap in September. Including the post-holiday advertisements in January this equals four months of being bombarded with tinsel, trees and toys and all the trimmings. FOUR MONTHS! All other holidays come with a few WEEKS of ads and merch being shoved down our throats, but four fucking MONTHS? This may come as a shock to all you freaking cash-hound companies and corporations but consumers are more than aware that Christmas is coming and we WILL be shopping with or without the constant counterproductive four month long harrassment campaign. —Shove your jeezly jingle bells where the sun don't shine.

I had the misfortune of dating an abusive prick for over two years. Thankfully, I got away two years ago. But today I'm reminded of how much I friggin hate his goddamn guts. Why? Because that prick cheated on me and gave me herpes. The drug company decided they weren't going to let another company make a generic brand of the suppressive meds I've been taking for three years anymore. My drug plan barely covers anything and I'm stuck paying $70 a month. Yes, I cried. I used to be able to pay five dollars a month on the generic brand. Big F U to my pos ex and to the drug companies. —Look stupid nothing

To all the guys I've dated and got either fed up with or board of; thanks for the cuddles and the resounding disappointment. To the guy who will finally steal my heart (and have the common sense to hold onto it); hurry the fuck up. I'm tired of waiting and buying a dozen cats is starting to sound pretty good right about now. —Future spinster

Your girlfriend likes to share her mouth. —is just sayin' old yet?