That moment when you run for a bus and you make eye contact with the driver, hope surges—and then he drives away anyway.
—Annoyed Bus User

To the cyclist who biked down Hollis Street this morning on the right side of the road, causing traffic to swerve dangerously to avoid him: Please use your designated bike lane on the left side. I know the Hollis Street bike lane is nicknamed "The Road Kill" because it shares the narrow road with 18 wheelers, but use it or lose it.
—Not the "Road Killer"

Shame on you to the church group we shall call "buddies" of the "church symbol"" for forcing a loved and well respected member of the church to quit her job because she wanted to go to a former members' same sex wedding—and for shaming other congregation members into not going either and threatening repercussions if they did. I'm sure your god will have a special place in hell waiting for you.
—Angel watching over you

First you yell at me across the parking lot before I finished closing my car door to ask if I had any spare change. After I said no, you continued to badger me and asked if I will have change when I'm done in the store. I ignored your second question and proceeded to do my errands.

I knew as soon as I saw you sitting there when I left you wouldn't leave me alone, so I avoided eye contact. Yet you yell again asking if I now have spare change.

Now you would think this would be a one time occurrence, seeing as I have never run across you in the area before. Nope, unfortunately, a few weeks later on my way home from work at 10:30 pm I stopped at the gas station for something and what I thought was just a drunk from the bar next door flagging my car down turned out to be you again! You ran up to my car before I got out the door, and you very aggressively asked if I had spare change.

How dare you run up to me (a female) in the middle of a dark parking lot. I am fully capable of defending myself, and you're lucky you didn't get cut. I suggest you think of a new way to hassle people for their hard-earned money.

I work and go to school and can't just throw money to people who harass me. Don't get me wrong though, if your technique was different maybe I would have gave you my change. Take hints from the gentleman who sits outside a local liquor store: He sits out of the way of the entryway, he only smiles when you make eye contact, while he sits with his cup. When I splurge and treat myself to a few cold ones, I will offer my extra change to him, he says thank you and have a great day. No harassing manners, a pleasure to deal with, unlike you.
—Why won't you go away!!!

To the two drunk jerks outside of my apartment: No, I do not have a spare smoke. No, I am not your babe. Also, you cannot hug me. It's fine if you want to drink but don't let it ruin my night by getting all touchy-feely. I am not a vending machine and do not wanted to be treated like one. Thanks for pissing me off.
—Pissed off

In regards to the upcoming changes to the Motor Vehicle Act: I agree in the one-meter rule placing the onus on cars to keep a one meter distance from a cyclist. I can see and appreciate the argument for the cross left and cross right yield to cyclists. I happen to be sympathetic that the city is not as conducive to cycling in comparison to other cities, and that cyclists are in many instances treated like rats on wheels as opposed to fellow vehicle users. However, there is one amendment I don't agree with: 'Dooring' being exclusively the fault of the parked motorist. Honestly, if I t-boned a parked car door in the same manner with any other moving vehicle I would in all likelihood be one party held liable. The reasons being the other car was stationary, I would have had to hit it from behind, and it meant I was way too close...and I'm sorry folks, but it is not mission impossible to keep a 3 ft distance from a parked car door. Or at the very least, shouldn't the legislated onus be somewhat mutual and incumbent on both cyclists and motorists to avoid obstacles/hazards? Why is all of the onus on the parked immobile vehicle and virtually none on the moving vehicle with arguably an immediate better line of sight?

It's Cancer season for everyone who thinks astrology makes them interesting!
—The fates

How about this heat? It's only gonna get worse! How awful. My pits are getting ranker by the day and none of the deodorants on the market work right. Where did I put my coochie fan? My inner thighs are rubbing together as I walk, chaffing with a heat rash. It burns! How do people look so tanned and breezy while walking around town in their short shorts, while I'm lumbering around like a damn sweat hog? Ugh!
—It's not the heat, it's the humidity

Why does this city only care about how tall a new building is going to be? How about the building that chooses ugly white panelling because they are too cheap to do all windows? Or how this same building is a year behind schedule and now has tenants living in the bottom while a giant, unfinished tower hangs above them for the foreseeable future? This building is outdated and they aren't even done yet. Ugh.
—Here's hoping for a beautiful Halifax

I'm standing in line at the gas station last night, waiting to pay for my gas, and this man had the poor cashier running back and forth because he was buying a shit ton of lottery and scratch tickets. At a gas station. I don't understand why they have lottery terminals there. It just goes to show how greedy gas corporations can be. Lotto should be where its mean to be, at the casino or a lotto booth in the malls. Not a gas station where there is a line of people waiting to pay for their expensive gas and only one person waiting on customers. Kudos to those people that deal with this, they deserve a medal!
—Standing too long