Delivery story 49 Robert writes: About 20 years ago, I worked for the Godfather's store in Lubbock, TX. I was delivering three pizzas to a house in a nicer part of town. When I arrived at the door, I could hear that a rather lively party was going on inside. I rang the doorbell, and hearing someone yell, "Come on in," I opened the door. The next thing I knew, I was HANDCUFFED to the doorknob! I dropped the pizzas and went for the knife I always carried and prepared to go down fighting. A friend of mine had been beaten and robbed less than a week earlier, so of course all the worst was flashing through my head. At this point, I heard hysterical laughter and saw a man lying on the floor, laughing his head off. Now I got mad, and I was just about to start tearing stuff up trying to get loose. Enter the man's wife, who was considerably less drunk, and didn't seem to share his sense of humor. She proceeded to slap the hell out of him, and continued to do so until he unlocked the cuffs. After several minutes of apologies, she gave me $20 for a tip and I left.