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Armloads of roses for the Surrey waterworks crew. New pipes on 117th Street north of 97th Avenue are being installed expeditiously by an energetic crew, all the while paying attention to the condition of the road. A first-class crew. Also a bouquet for the traffic control lady who has been diligent in keeping pedestians and traffic safe - all this in some horrific rainstorms.
One green, one blue and one black can of rotten tomatoes to all Surrey residents who consider their new recycle bins to be "landscape decor." Come on people, you know who you are! These bins should be put out one night, and put away out of sight the next day!
A minivan full of rotten tomatoes to the man who cut me off at 72nd Avenue and 120th Street. First, you could have caused an accident doing a two-lane cross over just so you could turn left. Then when I honked because I had to slam on my brakes with my babies in the car, you actually got out of the car to yell. Shame on you! Way to go, you bully.
Red roses to the nice man with the White Ford F350 who put my emergency tire on for me on March 12 in the Sears, Guildford parking lot. There are great people in this world, and I was lucky enough to have met one of them that day.
Rotten tomatoes to Guildford Town Centre for making staff (and families) park far away from the mall. I got my car towed while I was shopping, with a $215 bill, because my daughter works in the mall and we share a vehicle.
Rotten tomatoes to the immature people who waste their time insulting me just because I wrote things that bothered me. They are my opinions and you people have no right to tell me off. Do something better with your time instead of insulting other people's opinions.
Basketball court of rotten tomatoes to Steve Nash Fitness World for ignoring the national do-not-call list, and calling at 6: 15 p.m. on a Sunday to find out if we had received a brochure in the mail and were interested in joining their club.
Rotten tomatoes to the drunks who wrecked St. Paddy's Day celebrations. Thanks for ruining it for everybody.