Delivery story 105 LtStorm writes: I've been working for Domino's Pizza in Grenada, Mississippi for the past six months or so to help with college dues. Not long after I started working there, I got sent on a run to 3 Marken Street. Well, little did I know that where Lamar Street and Marken met, the house on the corner was 3 Lamar while the one behind it was 3 Marken. It was a cold and drizzling night, so I had one of the Domino's windbreakers on with the hood up. I went up to the front door and knocked and waited. After a few minutes of knocking, I heard what sounded like the back door of the house I was at shut. I figured they just didn't use their front door (like so many don't,) so I started to walk around the corner of the house. Sure enough, the owner of the house had come out to see who it was and met me halfway. He was leveling a .38 Special Revolver at me. At least seeing I was holding a stack of pizzas in my hands made him relax. Apparently, he could only see the back edge of a hooded figure at the door from the front window, and they had had some trouble with thieves and hoods in their subdivision, so he was on edge. He pointed me to the right house, and the delivery went off without a hitch after that.