To the blind woman on Gottingen Street Monday night: 

You were trying to cross at the light at Cornwallis and the beeper was broken so you couldn't tell if you could go or not. I watched you tentatively step out into the street just as my light was about to turn green. I tried to get your attention but you couldn't hear me so I gave you a little honk which just scared the hell out of you and you stepped backwards and almost fell over the curb. I am so sorry for scaring you! You looked terrified and must have thought I was just some asshole. I swear I was just trying to help and make sure you wouldn't get hit by a car. It's hard enough to navigate Halifax crosswalks without being blind.

Should I have just let you cross at a red? Should I have gotten out of my car and helped you cross the street or would that be rude to assume that you needed help? What's the right thing to do here? —I think I’m the bitch

To the cute girl in the white rock band t-shirt—pretty sure it was AC/DC or Def Leppard—who I shot tequila with at the bar last week. I'm sorry I was an asshole at the end of the night. No wonder you stormed off! I'd like to make it up to you.  [email protected] —That guy

I'm sorry for the disregard of traffic rules and any indecent gesture that may have occurred Friday night on a drunken skateboard excursion. My bad, won't happen again. —A reckless, embarrassed sk8er girl

Hi beautiful, been a long time.  I sort of fell off a cliff when you left.  I applaud you for doing so, it needed doing.  I am slowly starting to climb out of this hole I have dug for myself.  I love you, more than you know.  Not contacting you earlier has been one of the hardest things I've ever done.  I miss you something fierce.  I was bad to you and for you, and for that I am truly sorry.  I hope that in a few weeks when I return, you will let me see you, hold you.

Additionally, I have been saving my loonies for you. –Hug it the bear

I was driving down Barrington on the way to pick my girlfriend up after her shift late Saturday night when you stepped into the intersection. I almost hit you because the left side of the crosswalk was obstructed by a large truck. I'm very very sorry. You probably saw me hang my head in surprise shame after I couldn't slow down fast enough and had to cruise through the crosswalk. —Another terrible Halifax Driver

I was walking my dogs in Dartmouth on Saturday afternoon. You were getting pictures done after having just gotten married and you wandered over to pat the dogs. I said "Not right now" - one dog was pulling at a scent and the other was pulling away from the crowd of strangers we didn't expect to meet. It wasn't great timing, but there was no need to be as abrupt as I was (to anyone, let alone a friendly bride on her wedding day). Many apologies for being rude and many congratulations to you both. —Clearly not the best man

To the man I gave a snarky, uncalled-for comment to outside of the Lower Deck: I am truly sorry. I was rude and I feel awful about it. Thank you for calling me on my bullshit. —Eating Crow