...on the business end of a gun.

I wanted, at first, to feel like an idiot, but it wasn't really anything different. I've delivered to the address several times over the past fifteen years, always to the back door, and it wasn't unusual for them to not answer the phone when you called, they often times just watched for the driver to pull up.

This time, I walked up the steps and ended up looking at a gun. It was almost like a movie, a non-descript kid telling me to put everything down, including my phone, and walk away and his buddy standing off to the side looking way too nervous with a stocking cap pulled halfway down over his eyes.

Eh...I don't know, I've been delivering pizza for over fifteen years and this is the first time something like this happened. Really, what bothers me most is that I've driven right back out of places that I just had bad feelings about, but for the first time ever, noting at all felt wrong about driving down a driveway in a dark back alley. I mean, I've delivered to that address two nights in a row and both nights, thought about telling them to meet me in front, but walked up the steps anyway, this time, it was just another delivery.