Delivery story 165 Gooch writes: I was delivering for Papa John's in Lakewood, CO about 1998 or so. I had a ticket one afternoon that I seemed to recognize the last name, but couldn't think of from where so I shrugged it off. Got to the end of the street before I realized I'm about to deliver to my ex-girlfriend's house. Pulled up and there were about 15 cop cars and a bunch of officers carrying guns out of the house. Apparently her dad had about 70 guns, 20 of which were fully automatic, and included an Uzi with a silencer. I gave the pizza to my ex's sister and sped off. Pretty glad that I never did her wrong.