This may be my weirdest encounter as a pizza guy.

This happened almost 20 years ago. But often times, in the middle of the night after a long shift, I think back to this call I got. <br><br>It was a normal night, 10pm call comes in. Customer sounded normal, gave me some average directions, nothing odd. So I get to the neighborhood, turn onto the street I’m supposed to turn onto, pull up to the house. It was a bit of a shitty neighborhood but nothing to be alarmed about. I walked towards the door with the pizza. Customer opens the door, 6’3 280 lbs black guy. I hand him the pizza , he hands me the cash. I get ready to walk away but then he says. “Hey man, you like NWA?” I say yeah, that’s cool and all, thanks. He says, “ok good, because you’re in their house, and there on the couch right there”. I look over to the right. There’s a leather couch with 4 black guys. NWA. All of them . Drinking 40s. High. <br><br>Now, I’ve delivered a lot of pizza over the years, so I can honestly say I’ve seen a lot of weird things. But this one got to me for some reason. I was 23 I think at the time. I said, “cool”. Then I turned and walked to my car. I remember thinking, why aren’t they at a recording studio? I get into my car, start the car, toss the cooler in the back seat and immediately hit the gas and go. Fast. Went 25 miles an hour the whole way back, stopping at every stop sign and red light. I don’t know if they were gonna rob me or not, but I didn’t want to find out. I drove back to the store, relayed the message to my manager, told some others too out of excitement. They were all amazed, and we laughed and joked about it, all of us. <br><br>But looking back, what the fuck was NWA doing there?