Delivery story 351 Heavyfoot writes: In my six years of tenure as a pizza delivery driver in central Wyoming for one of the national chains, I have experienced a lot but here are some of the most memorable. We had a regular customer who demanded that we not bring him napkins. We referred to him as "The Napkin Guy." One night I committed the gaffe of bringing him some. It was just a habit we all had when bagging up. I realized my mistake when I was at his door and opened my bag. He then began a tirade on how he could not have napkins because he worked nights and they got all over in his car and his dresser. On another occasion I was in the threshold of this lady's door and could see into her bedroom where I saw an armoire with the doors open. She had an extensive collection of sex toys all neatly arranged by size/style/color, etc. Another time I was driving down the I-25 Frontage Road where there was this guy walking with his lady friend who was wearing heels and a black nightie and stockings. I also rescued a 3-year-old little boy who got out of his house and was walking the streets at 11 PM. I waited for the police to arrive. I delivered to this one gentleman who lived in a Quonset hut that had a bunch of tall weeds and rusty cars around. He was dirty and had an eye patch and no teeth. Needless to say, I was frightened and I had visions of holes, lotion, baskets and little dogs. I told my co-workers when I got back and they told me that he was okay.