Delivery story 29 BreezyKitty writes: The night was almost over and I had one last delivery. I pulled up to the house, which was dark, but a lot of people didn't turn their lights on. I got out of the car, went to the door and knocked. No answer. Knocked again. No answer. I turned around toward my car when three masked men ran up to me and told me to get in my car. I got in my car. They asked for my money and the pizza. I gave them the money out of my pocket ($15) and the pizza in the back seat. They didn't want my purse. It was ON TOP of the pizza with my newly cashed paycheck (thank goodness.) Then, they wanted my keys, which they just threw across the street. All this time, there was a gun in my hair. This didn't scare me, though. Things happen. I finally got out of pizza five years after that. Today, I'm a vet tech.