HollaBack goes to the Dirty South

En route to sunny North Carolina, we stop at an Eckard’s for some oh-so-neccessary Diet Coke and Junior Mints. As I walk out, a hoard of riff-raff rolls by on skateboards. One particularly squirmy one said, “Hey baby, what’s your name.”

I heard them yell as the rolled out of sight, “Yo, that chick has a camera! Go, go!”

Submitted by Emily

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