I hit the brakes and sighed and waited as another asshole blew through a stop sign. Once the offending car was clear of the intersection, I resumed driving. I checked the address one more time at the next light. I was on the correct block, so I slowed down and squinted into the dark until I found the correct house.
I parked, grabbed the pizza, and rang the bell. “Who is it?” range out from the house.
“I’ve got your pizza,” I responded.
I waited a few moments before the door opened. Behind it was an older woman.