Finally I saw the familar flash of headlights and ran to the door. When I opened it, much to my surprise, it was not a tired looking foreign guy with a five o'clock shadow, but a fairly pretty girl holding the pizza. She looked at me with slightly masked shock. "Umm.." she stuttered. I didn't hesitate. I knew the situation called for action. I took the reciept, signed it, and ripped off her half and handed it to her with a smile. "I'll just take that..." I said, taking the pizza.
I caught a last uncomfortable glance from her as I shut the door and headed back to the couch. "Well geez," I thought, "that's the last time I answer the door without any pants on."