Nebraska Surgery Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Nebraska Surgery Center and noticed something odd. The usually quiet parking lot was filled with bicycles—lots of them, in every color imaginable. Curious, he walked inside and found everyone gathered around the coffee machine, chatting animatedly. Turned out, it was just Bike-to-Work Week—they were celebrating by bringing their bikes to work. A regular joked, ‘Guess Nebraska Surgery Center is now officially a bike-friendly place!’

2. One day, a curious neighbor asked: ‘Why does the neon sign on the Nebraska Surgery Center keep flashing “Open for Business” even when it’s midnight?’ The night manager, a friendly old fellow named Mr. Jenkins, overheard the question and smiled. He explained with a twinkle in his eye that the sign was actually controlled by an ancient timer from the 1980s, left behind by the previous owner. 'It’s just an old relic,' he chuckled. The neighbor nodded, shaking his head and muttering, 'Well, I’ll be darned!'

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Nebraska Surgery Center and found something peculiar in his truck bed—a small, brightly colored toy helicopter. He’d never seen it before, but it seemed out of place among boxes of medical supplies. As he picked it up, he noticed a tiny note attached: ‘For Dr. Smith’s grandson.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally packed it with the equipment meant for a routine procedure. The delivery driver smiled, thinking how nice it was that someone cared enough to include such a thoughtful gift. Later that day, while unpacking the supplies, a nurse found the toy still sitting on a shelf—next to an actual surgical instrument named ‘Helicopter Blade’.

4. A delivery driver pulled up outside the Nebraska Surgery Center one foggy morning. ‘Where’s the nearest coffee shop?’ he muttered, noticing an old sign reading ‘Coffee & More’ across the street. ‘Oh, that’s easy,’ replied a regular, pointing towards a small café with steam rising from its windows. The delivery guy nodded and walked over, only to bump into someone emerging from the surgery center. “Watch where you’re going!” snapped a nurse. He grinned sheepishly and mumbled, “I’m just off for some caffeine before my next delivery.’