To the guy stomping around the north end wearing shitty far-right patches on his clothes: why are you wasting your time with that trash? Grow up! You look like you’re in your 40s, it looks like you could use a friend! Go out and meet people, drop that bullshit hate you literally wear. Get off of 4chan and start engaging with people, stop it. It’s really difficult to watch someone make such poor decisions and expect to not get decked. As a safety measure just stop okay. You need to get a hobby or something, jeeez. — You Don’t Have To Be Forever Alone

Why are news sources STILL reporting on this Lori Loughlin college-admission scandal? Get over it. The rich get perks in this world. Always have. That's life. Leave poor Aunt Becky alone. — Unjust Interests of Justice

Dear neighbour on Fuller Terrace: It's snowing and your dog would like to come in. He has been out there barking for over 30 minutes. I am a block away and I hear him begging to come in out of the cold and wet. You do this every day. Every day you ignore your poor dog. I have had enough. Be responsible or I will call the SPCA.
—The Guy Who Is Not Joking

To the guy at '90s Night NYE who took my favourite Weathermate brand vintage grey wool coat instead of your own from coat check that night: please please please return it the coat check there, they have my info. You found my eyedrops in one of the pockets, and I know your coat is still sitting in the downstairs coat check. You know who you are. Don't leave it sitting in your closet as some NYE souvenir while I'm left out in the cold without a winter coat. —Coatless For The New Year

Dear Valued Customer: When I ask how your day is going and you snap “just looking,” it takes every thread of self control not to punch you in the throat. News flash: I don’t actually care whether your mom died five minutes ago or you’re getting married tomorrow. I’m just doing my job. If you can’t be decent enough to reply “fine, thanks” just do me a favour and shop online.
— Seasoned Seasonal Retail Employee

Hello person who made a Bitch about pedestrians and cyclists being slow or inconsiderate. It is I, a pedestrian and cyclist! I think you should know that any time a car is flying towards a crosswalk I do take my time. I do because my body is more vulnerable than your car. Stop coming to a rolling stop and expecting me not to give you some casual realness—it doesn't matter if I'm in a rush or not, if you are putting people in danger through your reckless driving I don't think you should be driving a vehicle. Maybe take a breather while you're at it, if you hate driving then don't, roads used to belong to those travelling on foot, driving is a privilege, so ahhh fuck you too kind person. Cheers.
—Yours Truly ;-)

I’ve been seriously looking for a somewhat affordable apartment (an impossible task even going way out of my budget) and wanna say a BIG FUCK YOU to every landlord who puts up a December 1st apartment ONE OR TWOS WEEKS away from that date. You know people have to put a notice in, right? If I put in my notice and can’t find a place I’ll be fucking homeless. Also $1,000 for a BACHELOR?! I’m sure being a landlord is stressful SO DON’T BE ONE if you can’t handle it. I make $17 dollars and hour and I’ll be homeless thanks to all you greedy fucks who post apartments for rent a week before you can move in.
—I Just Want A Place To Call Home

I was just walking across the street when a short little dweeb of a guy also crossing in the opposite direction passed me and said this rude comment: "You know it, Fatty!" I know what? Next time you try to disparage a girl, can you at least try to make sense? WTF, dude. You look like a little schoolboy twerp and act like one, too. This isn't high school. Who goes around saying shit like that to women? Fuck you! Grow up and learn some social skills.

I'm not sure what made you feel the need to try and ruin my morning with your bullshit remarks, but it didn't work. I know I look good. Phat is where it's at. You look like a limp little pissant, mad at the world, walking thru life with your little pink pecker full of hate.
—Yah I'm Hawt And I Do Know It, Bitch

This public space is beautiful and useless. There are so many rules (and employees reminding you of them) that it is impossible to enjoy being there. The buses of tourists and the odd local might find it lovely to stroll the pathways for five minutes, but not me. While watching my child experience pure joy in observing a duck and walking on a small patch of grass (yup, just some GRASS), I was told that this was not an area for play and that the family lawn was on the other side of the park (where there are no ducks and only an unshaded small field). I was also told during another visit that you're not allowed to WALK your bike through the park (just in case the busloads of tourists don't have enough path space and may have to step on a few blades of grass).

Just imagine a park in the middle of the city where you can sit on the ground and picnic, play with your family, be encouraged to use alternative transportation (bikes), experience beautiful gardens, and spend some time breathing in the fresh air and feeling better about your day, without the worry of breaking the rules by being comfortable. I bet the benefits would far outweigh any damage to pristine mow jobs. Wouldn't you use that space more?
—Just A Person Trying To Enjoy My City

To the young man at Vegfest with the half manbun: You thought you were the first in line to get the coffee from Just Us!—but you weren't. You actually cut right in front of me. I was in the line much longer than you. When the barista asked who was next, I went ahead and got my coffee. I heard you say "OK" annoyingly as if I had jumped the line. Nope, t'was you all along! Pay attention!
—superstar85ca