Have you had to use an exit plan just in case things get super creepy when alone with a client?
Don’t really have to go into details
Since this is ask anyone anything, I can answer your question from the perspective of my 3 years delivering pizza in a large city while employed as a manager of a pizzeria. Back in my 20s. Which was a long time ago.
I frequently went on the road on Friday and Saturday nights, and I did deliver pizza to some pretty creepy houses, with creepy clients. I did have an exit plan which was to remove the pizza from its thermal pouch, place on the front porch and run to my car, which I would sometimes keep running depending on the neighborhood. This exit plan assumed I was paid up front. If not I would run with the pizza in hand, or drop it if it was deemed to hinder my attempts at emulating Ben Johnson.
One time a guy did try to rob me. I was in a dicy neighborhood. I made the delivery. I was walking back to my car and he was walking behind me. He saw my uniform and the pizza sign on my car. He said "hey! Can you give me a ride back! My brother Billy works there with you." Problem was he didn't know I was manager rather than just driver and I knew we didn't have anyone named Billy on staff either that night or any night. I looked behind me and saw I was way closer to my car than he was to me so I ran to car, got in and floored it!
More often though my exit plan revolved around dogs. I will risk the attendant trauma to relive one such experience. I delivered the pie and on my way back to the car, discovered someone had let their pit bull out. The pit bull saw me, let out a low growl. It was not leashed and I realized this was gonna get hairy. I was between my car and the pit bull and I realized a full sprint to the car would likely beat it. I went into a full sprint and the pit bull went into chase mode. It was just like the movie Fletch. I got in the car just as he got to my car. It didn't jump on the hood like the dog in Fletch did, but just stood next to my car loudly barking and looking at me. It looked like it was daring me to come back out the car. I stuck my tongue out at it, and drove off.
I was shaken by the last experience and didn't go back to that neighborhood for deliveries. Too dicy of a neighborhood and I just told the residents we expanded the no delivery zone and they could pick up their pies. They usually did.