I go out. I meet people. I'm friendly. Apparently, I don't make an impression though. I have one friend who is about to move away and haven't had a girlfriend in six years. It just sucks how hard it is to really meet people after you're out of college. So I hate the nightlife scene for how superficial everything is. I hate the daytime because no one is interested in talking then anyway.

-Lonely nice guy hates life right now

WTF...is it really that f'in hard to use a turn signal. Sorry if your too busy talking on the phone or texting your loser friends, who only want to text you instead of ...what, actually talking to you with their own voice. Sorry if they're mute.. It takes zero energy to use a signal, so don't worry about losing all the calories you just gained eating that fast food sandwich or gulping down your 64 oz beverage you just bought at the gas station. Its simple, its courteous and gosh darn it, it might actually prevent an accident.
Also instead of realizing that you missed your turn and then slamming on your brakes and stopping all traffic...just drive down to the next turnaround, instead of killing us all...especially those on their cell phones and those who disregard that they are in a 2 ton vehicle that will kill. Have a nice day and treat others like you would like to be treated.

—enraged driver

What is up with the red neck assholes that seem to think any guy who took a bath, made an attempt at styling his hair, and dressed in some clothes that were recently sent to the cleaners, is gay. No I am not gay! I am sorry I didn't wear a T shirt with holes, along with my cut off camo shorts out tonight (Ok I really don't have any camo cut offs). Perhaps you could learn a thing or two here and not have to sleep with the beast you are hanging on. For future reference please try the following.
1. Shower before you go out for the night.
2. Try to find a shirt without holes, advertising, fish, or stains on it to wear out.
3. Shoes, so may issues here. Boots do not go with shorts, tennis shoes are for sports (and by the looks of your fat ass we know you don't play sports).
IF I was gay you would never have a chance
Even though i am straight I would never on a drunken dare sleep with that pig you are with!

Dear poser at the Recovery Room Saturday night,
You look like a toolbag. Your mohawk, jeggings, artfully ripped tank top, and ironic tattoos do not look effortlessly cool. They look like you spent a lot of time getting dressed and a lot of time looking at yourself in the mirror. I can't wait until 5 years down the road when you look back and cringe.

-Hipster hater

Dear pimply-face bag boys at Mt. P grocery store, Please stop flirting with me. I'm 10 years older than you. Please stop your pathetic attempt at witty banter involving your high school teachers and just scan and bag my groceries. Please don't comment on everything I buy. Of course you haven't tried that brand of prosecco, you're not even old enough to sneak alcohol. Please don't ask me if I'm having a bad day if I don't giggle at you like your little high school girlfriends do. From now on I'm sticking to old ladies in line.

It amazes me that when otherwise normal sane people enter even the parking lot of a warehouse store ( Costco, Sam's) every shred of politeness and courtesy flys out of their pointy little heads. ( Doesn't seem to happen at Lowe's or Home Depot)
Case in point:
1. Race To The Entrance. They run like idiots to the front door like everthing will be gone only to stop at the entrance and THEN start diging for their membership card holding up others that have their card out and ready for ID.
2. Free Sample Grazing. Depending on the day of the week there may be 4 to12 free sample stations. All fine and good except for when the "GRAZERS" snag a free sample they stand there scarfing up the prize with no regard to how much aisle space they are taking up. Blocking others from passing let alone purchasing items from the freezer case. AND they just don't do this at one station, but go from one to the next having their lunch piece by piece.
3. Run Down and Aisle and Grab One thing. Again, fine and good, but when you leave your cart blocking the entrance to the aisle or worse yet, blocking every one from traveling down the main aisle this leads to a pile up!
4. Cell Phone Talkers and Gaggle Shoppers. Cell phone drivers are bad enough,, but in a crowded store it is even worse. Stopping and starting, crawling along, left, right, you can't get around them much like the Gaggle Shoppers.
Gaggle shoppers are usually women planning some type of event. Too busy talking about anything but what they need or consulting a list to be alert enough to stay on their side of the aisle. I have ran into more than one blockade of people that even though you are standing there patiently they make no effort to move over. Usually they do notice you with a glance or a look, but keep on with the mundane, senseless, and silly conversation of the moment.
I try to be a cosiderate shopper,, watching where my cart is and location of other shoppers, not blocking their way. Helping someone load something heavy into their cart. I don't partake of the free samples, but if I did, I would take my sample and move on.
Chances are who ever may read this will say " Oh NO, not me". Well, chances are you are the worst offenders!
Just be aware and considerate of other people around you.

-The Warehouse Store Phenom!

I love dogs and we happen to have two of them in our family. Not once, not even for a moment, have we ever considered taking them to the local hardware store, pet store, or any other store to shop. They are broke. Yep, jobless and lazy and they essentially have perfected the art of mooching by being perfectly cute and well behaved. So we leave them to enjoy the comfort of home with access to food and water and the joy of a daily walk in the neighborhood (leashed). An occasional trip to the dog park is like doggy heaven to them and of course the vet trips which aren't so much like heaven to them. Other than that, they are home. So for all you Paris wannabe's who seem to be so lonely that you are compelled to drag fluffy around EVERYWHERE, you look ridiculous.

-Un-pooch-able

To the rude man who yelled at me on Folly Beach July 4th:
Your bigass SUV was stopped in the middle of the road waiting to park, and from what I saw, there were some people getting in their car ready to go. Assuming you were waiting for them, and that it could take a while, I went around you. As I pulled ahead of you, a car pulled out of a parking spot further up, which I pulled into, thinking What Luck! Alas, I had pissed you off. You promptly got out of your vehicle and began yelling at my mother and I. Apparently, you were waiting for this spot 5 cars up. My bad. My problem is, it was an honest mistake, and had you said something more like, "Excuse me, I was waiting for this spot," I would have happily pulled away and apologized. But no, you had to be a dick about it and made me feel like shit. I had thought about not moving because you were so rude, but I had a feeling you were the kind of douchebag that would beat my car with a baseball bat. So, just to let you know, I apologize, but please don't be rude to perfect strangers. I am appalled at being spoken to in that manner, because I would never speak to someone like that. You get more flies with honey, dick.

-Honest beachgoer

It was really awesome to see my tax dollars at work at about 6pm Saturday night while I was traveling across the bridge to John's Island. In the distance there were lights from a police car and a fire truck, someone in severe distress for sure! Of course, once I happened upon the scene I also noticed a tow truck. Surely it had to be a head-on collision! Not even close-2 20-something year old girls in short dresses with a freakin' flat tire. It took one guy to change the flat and about 5 other guys to stand around and "console" the distressed bimbos. Seriously?! I hope the ladies got down on their knees and thanked each and everyone of them.

I just want to say thanks to the nice officer who wrote me a ticket for parking in a private driveway. Now what ticket could this be, of course blocking a drive way. Don't get me wrong but I do believe there is a big difference between blocking a drive and parking in one. This was on private property at that. One can only guess where such a ticket would be written, Folly Beach of course. Went to dispute it today upon my arrival seeing signs that disputes can only be done on fridays at 9:00am. So I took it in the can paid the ticket, cause it would cost more to take off and dispute ticket then just pay the thing. Thanks Folly, you thieving son of a (*&^%.

-Taking it up the can

Dear, Mr, with the blond fluffy hair who works at the Post Office. The other day, when walked up to your counter, I realized that I needed a strip of tape to close the top of my tiny box, so I asked you for one, please. You told me that I could find the tape on the wall behind me. I looked.. and looked... and looked...for a while.. finally, I realized that you were talking about the tape for $3.00, so I left and teared up on the way out... with the whole line of people watching... What you didn't know at the time is that I was having the worst day ever. Apparently you were too. I know you had tape.

These people who won't pull up after their transaction at a drive up teller, instead they sit there, count their money, put everything in it's little place, and then finally move.
Probably the same ones who in the grocery store wait until their bill is presented to them before they even start digging for their checkbooks.

To the loudmouthed boor in the Daniel Island dining establishment last friday night: We do not care how much you pay your babysitter, nor do we care that you graduated from Summerville HS in 1988 (although I am not surprised that you played football there...) which you seem to think is quite an accomplishment.
Kindly avoid disturbing the rest of us with how you spent $20,000 beating a DUI arrest and how you only hire ilegal aliens for your landscaping business. Stay at home and drink, the rest of us don't need to hear yet another bucketheaded blowhard braying..
Hating you, and the fact that you have reproduced.

Attention Charleston entrepreneurs (ahem-local fashionista), when you take on an intern to help you grow, promote and develop your business that is not an invitation to exploit their skills, not give them credit for their work, or promise them money then not pay them what you promised. Shiestiness is not a good business model.

So I went to Planned Parenthood to get checked for sexually transmitted diseases the other day, and the entire visit, after spending 5 minutes talking about contraceptive options with an anti-social doctor who answered my questions by handing me pamphlets, it ended up costing me $260. I left the center crying, robbed of my entire last paycheck for trying to be a healthy responsible human being.
At P.P. there are posters saying 1 in 2 people in the age group of 19-25 have STDs and most people infected have no idea about it.
So what I don't understand is that if STD prevention is Planned Parenthood's main concern, why do they make it impossible for people to afford?
And more-over if it's a non-profit organization, why do they charge $60 for every question you ask a doctor?
Where can young people go to know?

-Broke and STD Free