[poncho in a can]

I was remembering back to times in the far past. (the 80's LOL). I lived in Clearwater FL and went to a tech school after I completed high school. In the evening and the weekends, I worked at a pizza place. (among otherjobs I had back then). I used to deliver pizza with my '67 GTO. Even back then, some thought it was kinda crazy. It wasn't too bad cause I had blew up the 400 and installed a 326 at some point after I had started the job. I remember one time I was kind of backed up, got behind a bit, you know 30 min or less. This is still with the 400, I got a call at the pizza shop (I made pizza's too) And it was from this pregnant lady. She always liked to order a pizza with double sauce, a little cheese, mushrooms and anchoves. My boss asked me if I would handle this one, afterall he was making two other pizza to go with it that I was to deliver. Ok, so we made the pizzas (my boss didn't like handling the anchovies I remember) I took them and put them in the warming delivery bags. I delivered the two pizza'z to a house not far away in Dunedin. So igot back in the goat and proceed to the preg' ladys house. On the way there got delayed by an accident, I was getting anxious that I would be late. So upon turning onto San Christopher off of cr 1, i managed to get behind some little old lady. Oh my god she was only doing 20mph in a 35 so I guess you know what happens next. You got it, I grabbed that hurst dual gate and slammed it down into 1st gear and mashed the pedal. Anyway, I went around the little old lady going sideways , bet I scared the @&$% out of her, and then I remembered.........oh no that pizza with the extra sauce, I'll bet its ruined, not time to check it so onwards to the house. Stop in front of the house and grab the warming bag. I gently open it and sure enough, the box is dripping with sauce out of one corner. I open the box and sure enough there is little to nothing left on top of the pizza 'cept for a couple of straggling anchovies and the remnants of some sauce. So I go up to the front door and I show the lady her pizza and she is a bit upset. I tell her some story about stoppin short for some idiot driver, she jus kinda looks at me and the car sitting out by the street. UH-HUH she mumble's then "well, I'll let you use the phone" (no cells back then remember).
I call the boss and tell him to make another "special" for the prego lady. He just laughs and says "ok, I dont want to know what happened, It'll be here when you get in. I drove real careful the rest of the night!!