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An ice cream truck idles all day outside my ground-floor office. It's both noisy and an environmental nuisance. Help!

My apartment mate acquired a cat while I was out of town. He knows I’m allergic. Now what? Signed,

A friend I'm not that close to asked me to be his best man. I'd like to say no -- but how?

A colleague sent me a thank you note that I suspect was written by AI. Do I say something?

The Winter Olympics is an excellent excuse to watch daytime television.

Someone who uses the gym in our building seems to be taking the remote controls. Do I confront him?

My co-op's holidays decorations look like the interior of a Chemical Bank circa 1986. How do I say something without sounding like a snob?

My new girlfriend knows I'm alone this Thanksgiving, but hasn’t invited me to her family dinner. Do I say something?

"I accidentally liked my crush’s Instagram post from 2018. Do I fake my own death or pretend it was intentional?"

You accidentally cut someone off with your cart at Trader Joe’s and she muttered, “Of course.” Now what?

A friend calculates lunch tabs to the nickel, based on who ate what. It's inelegant. Should you speak up?

What to do when a friend drones on about the same problem every time you see them? Nod kindly and recite Shakespeare monologues in your head.

What do we do when a famous couple moves into our Upper West Side building?

Is chivalry dead? No, but why not open doors for women AND for men.

Dear Lousy Dog Mom: If passersby bark back at your barking dog, offer them a doggie treat.

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