University of Indianapolis Health & Wellness Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to the Health & Wellness Center one afternoon and muttered under his breath, 'This place is cursed.' Why? Because no matter how many times he delivered packages here, he always ended up with an extra snack from the vending machine. Finally, fed up, he decided to take a break and grab another treat. Just then, a friendly nurse approached him with a smile: ‘Oh, you’re our lucky visitor today—we’ve got fresh cookies!’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing softly. ‘Curse indeed,’ he muttered, already reaching for another cookie.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Health & Wellness Center with a box labeled ‘Emergency Supplies.’ As he approached the front desk, an announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—please avoid using the restrooms for the next twenty minutes.’ The delivery driver raised an eyebrow and asked, 'Anything wrong?' The receptionist shrugged, whispering back, 'Just some weird test they're running.' Twenty minutes later, as the driver left, he saw a janitor carrying a bucket marked 'Biohazard Waste' out the back door. He shook his head and muttered, 'Next time I'll deliver to the library—it's less mysterious!'

3. A little girl walked into the Health & Wellness Center one day, holding her mom’s hand. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks, pointed at the door, and whispered, ‘Mom, look! Is that really Dr. Seuss coming out?’ The mother looked puzzled for a moment, then laughed gently. 'No honey,' she said, 'that's just Mr. Jones, our new delivery driver.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully before running off to join her friends playing outside. From then on, whenever anyone saw Mr. Jones leaving, kids would point and whisper excitedly, thinking it was their favorite children's author making another surprise visit.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Health & Wellness Center one morning. In the backseat, next to his lunchbox, sat an unusual package—a small, wrapped box labeled ‘Emergency First Aid Kit.’ But when he opened it later, there was nothing inside but a note that read: ‘For emergencies only—use sparingly.’ The delivery driver shrugged and stuck the empty box in his fridge, thinking it might come in handy someday for a practical joke. Later that week, while making another delivery, he saw a familiar face: a regular who often visited the clinic. With a mischievous smile, he asked if she needed any emergency first aid—and watched as she nearly choked on her coffee.