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You rolled your eyes at me and my friend while we talked/paid up. You did the same thing again as I accepted my change but opted to put none of it in your tip jar. I am all for tipping for good/friendly service, but you didn't make the cut.
—Who Pissed In Your Cornflakes?
Last night at a show in Halifax, a young woman was called up on to the stage by the vocalist for some mid-show banter and an invitation to crowd surf. It was a nice moment—until a total jackass decided to yell FHRITP. To that fucking jackass—you’re not cool, you’re not funny, and I wish someone had punched you right then and there, or at least yelled at you. Personally I didn’t see your face, because I sure as fuck would have said something. I’m absolutely sure the band didn’t hear you, but I’d hope they would have kicked your sorry misogynistic ass out. Fuck that misogyny bullshit and fuck anyone who would have backed him up. —A Guy Who Respects Women
Thanks for the straight dope about the "consent" workshop. I trucked all the way downtown only to find that I needed to register and pay $20. Who's got an extra $20? I sure don't. But how could I know the workshop was for rich people when you didn't put all the details in your paper? (No, I can't afford the internet either.) I think in the future I'll save myself some time and bus fare by not reading your paper at all. —Tired of Elitist Shitheads
Parents of NS: When you send your kid on an overnight field trip, I hope you don't expect that their chaperones are actually looking after them in the hotel. As a hotel night clerk with many years of experience, I can tell you that nine times out of ten, the so-called "chaperones" spend the evening getting embarrassingly, staggering, teenager-grade shitfaced in the hotel bar, while the kids are left to their own devices in the rooms. Luckily teenagers themselves these days are a bunch of nerds, so we don't get a lot of noise complaints (at least until the bar closes and the rowdy, drunk-ass chaperones go back to their rooms) but you may want to consider asking in advance which if any of the chaperones is planning on staying sober and, you know, actually watching your damn kids for you. As it stands, the parents are by far the worst part of any school group. —Just Send The Kids By Themselves Next Time
Did it ever occur to you ignorant bastards on the 102 Highway that a car with its four way flashers on, going slower, without wipers functioning in a goddamn rainstorm just might be having a fucking problem...and that you don’t fucking need to cut them off and almost cause a fucking dangerous accident when turning off to go to Dunbrack Street? YOU IGNORANT OLD BASTARD YOU ALMOST GOT ME KILLED. NEXT TIME BACK OFF AND GIVE SOMEONE SPACE YOU IGNORANT SHITBAG! —Wiper Transmission Died
Going through the event listings in the Coast and realizing that 95 percent of the listings do not list the times of the events. How am I supposed to go to the event without knowing the time of the event? The Coast should refuse to print any event from organizers that actually don't want people going to their events. —Guy Trying To Make Plans
Self checkout never works. I don't get paid to work at a grocery store, why must I check my own groceries? Half the time they only accept debit, not cash, so you finally get it all checked thru only to find out you've wasted your time. You don't pay me to work here, so stop expecting your customers to do what you should HIRE people to do. and Please for the love of God, Stop hiring senior citizens as check out clerks. They move like slow molasses running uphill. And all they wanna do is TALK TALK TALK to every Tom, Dick and Harry in the line. Put a fire under your arse and get poppin'! Waiting 15 minutes in a checkout line because all you have on cash are two old fogeys who got all the time in the world to yak! Very annoying. You should have all the checkout lines FILLED with clerks who can do the job efficiently. Move the seniors to the flower counter or the entrance to work as a greeter, because they are too slow for cash! Get with it, or move on! —Retire Already You Old Coot
You come in to my store to shop. Why in the hell do you need to destroy shit? You rip the package open just to get a look at the item, even though there is one on display right at eye level. Then, IF you decide to put it back in the box, you jam it in without even trying to see why it won't fit properly or you just leave it lying all over the shelf...or the floor. Or, if you decide to buy it, you actually have the balls to ask for a discount because the box is a wreck! "It's a gift." Bullshit!
I understand that there is too much packaging in some cases. I also understand your need to see and feel something before you buy it. But for Christ's sake, people, do you need to leave damage of hurricane proportions in your wake? Damn...I'd hate to see what your house looks like! —Just A Lowly Store Clerk
Maybe it's because I'm educated, professionally employed or maybe, it's because I've been smoking pot for 40 years...but does anyone else find that the hype building up to the legalization of recreational cannabis equates to a chicken just had its head cut off?
It seems to play into a scene out of Reefer Madness. Any of them, really. Rather than our three governments putting a positive spin on it (economics alone) they are taking a heavy-handed approach to the issue which only incites the ire of the law's opponents (crackpots will be handing out copies of Reefer Madness soon). I've signed up with a compassionate access club which will have competitive or undercut pricing. I'm taking a stand against this poorly-written legislation and supporting our local economy in a different way. —Jimmy Takes A Hit
I work at a very small and very popular food establishment in central Halifax. Today someone decided to leave a very long and very crummy note in our suggestion box, shaming us for the clothes we wear and our overall appearance. I'm sorry the two inches of our server's midsection was so offensive that you simply could not order and had to leave. You missed out on some of the best costumer service the city has to offer.
You went on to say that when you decided to give us another chance and came back, you were served by a well dressed young man, and then congratulated us on finally hiring a male employee. That comment was the WORST! We love our sole male coworker, but is it really so appalling to see a shop employ 99 percent women? I'm very lucky to work for a woman who takes pride in intentionally hiring women, and also takes pride in the individuality of her staff.
—Tattoos And Crop Tops Forever