I was delivering for Godfathers in Memphis in 1988. We had no delivery houses as well as areas. We had one area smack dab in the middle of our normal delivery zone that was blocked out. It was a low-income apartment complex. We got a new manager. He was eager to up his numbers so quickly changed that area to be a legit delivery area. The first time he handed me an order for that complex, I explained that it was a really shitty complex and we didn't go there for a reason. He accused me of being racist because I didn't want to deliver to the complex and said just to deliver it and quit complaining. Okay, man. So I drove it out there and woke up the stairs to the apartment door. I knocked. No answer. I look a bit closer and it's obviously a vacant apartment. So I head back to my car and I'm sorting my money bag and next thing when I glance up in the rearview mirror, I see three bad-looking dudes crossing the parking lot heading right for my car. I notice one of them is carrying a rifle. Holy shit. I crank up my shitty Volkswagen Rabbit, threw it in reverse and hauled ass out of the lot. I get back to the shop and the new manager accused me of making it all up and said he didn't think I even attempted to deliver it. He says to go back out there. I say no f-ing way, dude. He insists I insist he comes with me. He agrees. We drive back out there. He carries the pizza up the stairs, realized that it's a vacant apartment and quickly gets back in the car. Sorry, dude. You were right. It was a setup. We got back to the shop and he marked the whole area off limits again.