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Two boys comment on my sweet ride (Toyota ’85 corroded red pick up). I rev the engine and race past them. At the light they catch up and ask, hey, what’s under your hood baby. I shoot and floor it.
Submitted by Kristen
A gross man and a great grocery store do not mix. “Mmm, girl can I get some of that ass” Not the nastiest, but made me feel gross…until I took his picture!
when i turned i thought i was going to throw up. i was actually motionless for several seconds, then i said “i’m in love and must take a picture.” and then this weirdo said “of course, let me pose”.
and here he is. visitors to new orleans, beware.
submitted by Lace
He said, “hey wats up sexy ladies where you guys going to?”
i said, “somewhere away from you.”
He said, “why dont you go back to my crib, sit your booty on my bed where you can see the sea and you can roll on me like a wave.”
Then he said something about being the pimp of the sea so i started cracking up and thought i needed to take a picture of this guy for hollaback!
haha after we left his ass me and my girlfriend talked about the whole thing and had a good laugh about it. He was actually a real good looking guy but just had no game and no idea how to treat us ladies.
Submitted by Chi-Cheih
In waikiki: Pointing to my midriff section, the guy on the left tells the two other boys to look: he says “I like whats going on down there” I pulled out my cam and asked these fine gentlemen if I could snap a pic. Obviously not very photogenic, they cant refuse. A third one comes up and asks if anyone can get me to stop smiling, its just too much for him.
submitted by Kristen.
So, I was walking from the bank near the corner of 4th and King, running morning errands and minding my own business. The pedestrian light starts turning red, and so, I make a run for it. Suddenly I hear, “Where you running to, beautiful?” Ugh. I snap pic 1 of him doing
his cruise walk. I pick up the pace, and my boyfriend calls through, yet this wanker won’t give up, as he keeps calling after me, asking, “Hey gorgeous, who you on the phone to?”
Suddenly I think: “Hollaback Moment!”
I hang up with my boyfriend, and when I look up, this guy is STANDING in front of me! I take a step back, hold my phone up and ask, “Can I take your picture?” He gets weird and starts mumbling about why I want to take his picture, but I say, in my sweetest voice, “I MUST take your picture, so I can remember you. You know?” He says his name is “Anie”(Thanks assclown!), and wants to see the pic. I take it (thanks again, assclown) and show him. He’s pleased with the way it looks.
But then, he won’t leave me alone. He follows me all the way back to my loft, offers me weed, cigarettes, and then says he wants to be my boyfriend(ugh!), and has now managed to get in the front door of my building, and won’t leave until I give him a hug.
I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to share this experience, and his pics Thanks Hollaback!
- Le Anne in San Francisco
So i’m at this bar Lolita (should have KNOWN better) at broome and allen streets in the lower east side. i go downstairs to find the bathroom and see three guys in line so i ask the guy closest to me if it’s a co-ed bathroom so i don’t waste my time waiting for the men’s room. He turns around, flashes a cool-aid smile and says “yeah, it’s moving pretty fast though baby”. i think to myself, okay nice happy guy. Of course i barely had that thought in my head for two minutes when he took the opportunity to destroy it. he turns around again and says “you can come in with me if you spread ‘em!!”. Before I could register the extremely high disgust factor of what he just said, he started going on and on about how good his “aim” was, which no matter how you slice it or even if you understand it, is beyond disturbing. BUT, I let him keep going just so i had time to reach for my phone and fumbled around in the dark for the camera option so i could take this asshole’s picture. Then i told him “no thanks, i’ll wait the extra few minutes” and I was about to snap him when he laughed and said “you’re not taking my picture are you….is this for one of thoooooose websites”. What I should have said was “what websites? one SUCH AS the amazing hollabacknyc.com where you can post up absolutely revolting comments that expose people like you, with your face to take the credit?” but instead I only got the back of his head when he was going into the bathroom. But considering what his face looked like, he’s lucky this is the shot going up.
As I’m walking down Broadway, the man on the left hisses “niccccccce.” I ignore him, when again I hear “niccccccccce.” I turn around to see if this old dude actually has the nerve to harass me. He lifts his cane, points it up and down my body, and with raised eyebrows repeats, “niccccccccccce.”
Apparently for these two, wisdom doesn’t come with age.