Delivery story 126 The Dude writes: One night one of my stupid co-workers, not knowing the delivery area, took an order into the heart of Oak Park in Sacramento, which is the ghetto. I, being the nice guy, drove down and had every single person in each house stare at me. I thought I was going to get jumped. When I got to the door, the guy decided he did not want the pizza and so I had to drive back. When the local cops saw me pull up to the store (they frequent my store often) they told me another delivery driver was shot and killed two blocks over from where I had just been. And they told me they would escort me next time I go into that area.