HUGS: A big green hug to those who are taking care of the environment. Every little bit helps.
HUGS: To the dude at Tiny Lights who bought my coffee when I forgot my wallet. I plan to pay it forward.
HUGS: To the person or people who take such good care of Grohman Narrows Park. Clean, nicely mowed, and the turtles are beautiful. Thank you!
SLUGS: To the downtown business with the broken urinal (running steady). You are wasting over 10,000 gallons of water a week, for over a month now. Fix it or disable it.
SLUGS: Slugs, slugs, slugs to the bored neighbour who likes to complain endlessly rather than humour himself with a comedy. Complaints don’t make the world go round.
HUGS: I am sending a gigantic hug to the gentleman who found my phone on Baker St. It is not on a plan and he did all he could to ensure it was returned to me and even had some tasteful photos from his walk!
SLUGS: To the shiny new building whose air conditioning has broken TWICE this season. It’s 30 degrees in this office and it’s not even hot outside. Hugs to the construction workers for lending us their fans to cool down.
HUGS: A beautiful bouquet of hugs to the wonderful greenhouse owners who year after year provide us with gorgeous hanging baskets and dozens of flowers to beautify our local hospital. Your generosity is so very much appreciated.
SLUGS: To those who promote intolerance. I wonder if “what’s his name” will be allowed to march in this year’s gay pride parade. You know him, he waves his huge flag of biblical quotes preaching intolerance of the LBGT community, or maybe Orlando wasn’t enough intolerance of gay people.
HUGS: Big, all enveloping warm hug to a local photo studio For working very late one night making a special Father’s Day gift and then hand delivering it in the rain at 7 p.m. Father’s Day eve. A big box store would never conceive of even entertaining doing something like that. – A lifetime customer
SLUGS: To those who constantly complain about saving animals from cruel conditions yet they go back and eat animals that have been slaughtered and tortured in inhumane ways. If you really knew what happens to animals in slaughterhouses, you would be more concerned about how you are feeding yourself. Make a difference instead of complaining and not doing anything.
SLUGS: A slimy slug to the out-of-town driver who threw a newspaper out their car while they were driving along Baker St. What was that? Couldn’t you have waited to deposit your paper somewhere rather than in the middle of the road? Shame on you! I was on a bike and what if those pages had gotten stuck in my wheel, or even momentarily blinded me?
HUGS: To the LGBTQ organizers and participants of the Orlando vigil in front of city hall. We’ve hugged in person already, here’s hoping there’s plenty more hugs to come. We’re all thinking of you in this difficult time, and I’d like to second this sentiment: “I look forward to the day we all have courage and there’s no such thing as us versus them.”
SLUGS: Big awful angry slugs to the city (not bylaw officers — you’re just doing what you have to!) for not providing more free parking, instead ticketing ruthlessly in spots where there have never been tickets given in the past. Not cool. A lot of us live out of town, coming daily to work. The struggle to find free parking for the day is real, and it is not welcoming or nice to feel so frustrated at the end of the day seeing the little white-and-red paper on our windows, in spots we’ve always parked ticket-free! Can you help us out a bit on that one? – A very frustrated and broke Nelsonite
