A Fine Line Between Nice and Spice
Just shy of shanking
calling his plain shirt spicy
I own this cell block
Oh dear, why am I such a doof? I was trying to be nice to a manager by complimenting his shirt. It was kind of a pumpkin color, and what came out of my mouth was this, "Oh I like your shirt, it's kind of spicy." Yes, I said that to a manager. He just looked at me. So then I tried to qualify what I said by saying, "I mean, you know, like a spice, like cinnamon." He just looked at me again and said, "Okay." So now I believe this manager is scared to death of me, and probably equates my spicy comment with asserting my dominance in the yard by flashing a shiv. I am just going to stop trying to be nice, and tuck my sharpened toothbrush into my pant leg for use at a later date.
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