I'm a terrible delivery boy.

Well, not terrible. But I do get distracted easily.

During one delivery, a ferret ran out of the open door. I reached down, picked it up, handed it back to the lady. Then we had a ten minute conversation about ferrets and their wacky ways. It was like we were sharing stories about our kids. It was pleasant, although her ferret had been on the honor roll for two years straight and mine had barely graduated with the minimum amount of credits.

We did not arrange a play date.

Another woman and I had a long conversation about working in the food service industry and the wacky ways of stealing food.

In the parking lot of an apartment complex, a guy asked for help jump-starting his car. So I did.

In another parking lot, a guy pulls up next to me and asks me for directions to the nearest liquor store. I give the directions, repeat them, and he goes on his way when I am certain that he will find the liquor.

I also saw a lady chasing a guy with a broom so I ran around the corner where I had seen a police officer and got him to help.

I guess what I'm really doing is not so much delivering pizzas as patrolling the city helping my fellow citizens...find liquor.