Delivery story 487 Jessie the Usher writes: Delivering pizzas in a quiet suburb north of Dallas, TX. Very wealthy neighborhood… Arms full of delicious pizza and refreshing soft drinks, credit card receipt in hand. A knock at the door arouses the suspicion of one Bichon Frise, protector of this particular domicile. The door opens, the homeowner attempts to corral the raging beast within the confines to no avail. The fluffy-white hellhound lunges at my lower extremities and attaches itself to my shin. Pain, confusion, shock coarse through my brain as I attempt to reassemble the course of events while trying not to drop the precious cargo. Should I kick the furry foe? Punch the poochie? Homeowner flashes a shade of embarrassment on her face as she detaches the jowls of said hellhound, blood beginning to tint my socks a perfect shade of agony. I receive a $10 'tip' for my troubles and begin to stumble back to the car, running thousands of 'what-if' scenarios through my head. F*#$ing dogs. Y'all, keep them put away… Goddammit!