Delivery story 323 Bloo writes: It was my first week as a Papa John's driver, and I was assigned to deliver to the SHANDS nursing station. First of all, delivering to SHANDS is always a pain because they do not allow delivery drivers to park in the circle in front of the hospital; nor will they validate your parking if you go into the garage. Because this was my first delivery to the hospital, I did not know the latter bit of information, and parked in the garage, which is still quite a bit of distance from the hospital proper. When I finally reached the nursing station, the nurses did not have any idea who had ordered the pizza. After deciphering the identity on the pizza label--it was only a first name--they paged the doctor and told him to come to the station. About fifteen minutes later, he gets there, looks at the pizza, and says he did not order it. Luckily, a few moments later, another nurse arrived and said that she had ordered the pizza and used the doctor's name. She takes the slip away to sign and apparently pocketed my pen while she was at it. After all of that waiting, she only tipped me three dollars. Dismayed, I headed back toward the elevator. When the door opened, I saw a very obviously pregnant woman accompanied by a male nurse and a female friend. She was clutching her stomach and moaning, "It hurts! It hurts!" Needless to say, I hurried away from THAT elevator. Apparently at SHANDS the first floor and the ground floor are two different things, and when the elevator's doors opened, I ended up in the basement. However, the exit to the elevator looks the same on any floor, so it took me a minute or so to figure this out. I finally found my way back to the elevator and got to the correct floor. I walked across the street to the parking garage and found out that the parking fee still applied to me (topper and all) and it was exactly the same amount as my tip.