Delivery story 167 Jotthedot writes: Back in 1984 I was working for Pizza Shuttle in Norman, Oklahoma. This was before I became store manager. Normally I cooked but I would also make deliveries for extra money. I showed up at this ratty ass house just off campus and knocked on the door. A big drunk Indian dude answered and told me to come in. This already had the hairs on my neck standing up. As I walked in, I saw four other people sitting on a couch. They, along with the dude, all stood up without saying anything and walked to the back of the house and out of sight. After three or four minutes the four returned to the couch and the Indian paid me. As I turned to leave, I saw a paper shooting target stapled behind the door and it was all shot up. That got me really freaked and I just tried to get out of there. As I walked out of the door, I heard a shot like a .22 go off and hit the door frame behind me. Needless to say I got the f&#k out of there ASAP. Unfortunately the police never did anything.