Replying to a message of Ward Dossche to Bob Ackley:

 >> On talking with the guard several hours later it seems that one of
 >> their 16 year old friends was delivering an infant and they all wanted
 >> to watch; I guess they thought the birthing rooms were huge and had
 >> bleachers for the cheering fans.

 WD> When my wife had contractions like every 5 minutes ready to deliver
 WD> our lastone we arrived at the maternity ward, my wife was visually
 WD> suffering and showed a big belly.

 WD> Out came a nun in a nurses' outfit and asked: "What are you
here for?"

 WD> So I answered rather short "Since this obviously is not a T-shirt
 WD> store and my wife has contractions, you may have one guess!"

I've noted elsewhere that I once worked in a hospital (a couple of them, in
fact).  In one case a v-e-r-y pregnant lady showed up at the maternity
entrance and had to wait for the ward to send someone down with a wheel
chair.  The baby was delivered in the hospital hallway by a female security guard
and a male computer operator (who had four kids of his own); mother and infant
then continued their interrupted trip to the ward as individuals (and in a wheelchair
pushed by the computer operator - who happened to be the fellow I would relieve at
the end of his shift).

--- FleetStreet 1.19+