Delivery story 88 Dough Boy writes: After reading a few of these intriguing stories from my fellow brothers and sisters of pizza delivery, I thought I'd share a couple of my own. I drive for a Pizza Hut in the north-western most edge of the 909 area code in Southern California. One that really sticks out occurred a couple summers ago on a nice balmy Friday evening. After making my delivery, I was headed back to the store and noticed a car next to me that was full of girls. The windows were down and they were laughing and having a great time, obviously intoxicated. We stopped at a stop sign. I made every effort not to look, but it didn't matter because one of the girls soon shouted, "Hey man! What's up?! What are ya' doin'?" Well, I guess the lit-up car topper with the familiar red roof didn't ring a bell for them. "Just delivering pies!" I responded. Next, the girl in the front passenger seat asks a question us males often hope for, but rarely encounter. "Wanna see our breasts?" At that point, of course, your blood flow quickens. You feel your face becoming warm. Without hesitation I yelled, "Yeah!" And, there it was, with that gleaming 'Ahhhhhh' sound of a holy choral group's melodic resonance ringing through my ears. Four pairs of accessories, in all their glory, being exposed directly adjacent to my eyes. That was a delivery to remember.