A long time ago, I worked with a guy who spoke with a pretty thick Cambodian accent. One cold winter night as he came inside, he exclaimed to me and the other people present, to “be careful outside, there’s black ice everywhere.” The thing was though, due to his accent, “black ice” sounded precariously like “black guys.” This elicited a lot of laughter from us (it’s okayone of the guys present was black!): Watch out for all the black guys outside. The black guys is dangerous. Black guys everywhere!
Anyway, over the span of the last month, there has been a rash of trucks overturning on highway ramps, spilling their contents all over the place. Now there’s no confirmation that black guys ice has had anything to do with any of them, but given the fact that it’s the winter, we here in Atlanta have been subject to some record-breaking arctic polar snaps, there’s always the possibility that black guys might have been involved.
Confirmed or not, it really was a convenient excuse for me to forcibly shoe-horn in the black guys story because I’m a terrible person and I find it amusing.