DaVita Dialysis

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside DaVita Dialysis: an old man kept walking into the building and then immediately back out again, muttering, ‘They won’t take my kidneys today!’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another local eccentricity. But later that day, while leaving the clinic himself, he overheard two nurses whispering about how they’d been short-staffed recently—maybe even too short for one of their patients to stay overnight. The next morning, the same old man walked in, smiling broadly, and announced, 'Today I’m feeling fine, so no worries!'

2. One day, while dropping off supplies at DaVita Dialysis, a delivery driver heard a familiar voice calling from inside the clinic’s parking lot. ‘Hey, where did they move the free coffee machine?’ The delivery driver looked around, puzzled. No one was in sight. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman sitting in a wheelchair, sipping on what appeared to be his third cup of coffee that morning. 'That must be Mr. Jenkins,' he thought. 'He always has the best gossip here.' The next day, the delivery guy brought not only supplies but also fresh pastries for everyone.

3. While delivering supplies one afternoon, a young delivery driver overheard an elderly gentleman muttering to himself in the parking lot of DaVita Dialysis. ‘Why does it always rain on my parade today?’ he asked aloud, as if addressing the sky above. The delivery driver smiled and thought, 'At least his day isn’t completely ruined—maybe tomorrow will be better.' As he drove away, he noticed an old umbrella leaning against the clinic’s wall, half-hidden behind some bushes. Wondering if it belonged to the man, he decided not to ask but left it there, hoping that whoever needed it would find it sooner rather than later.

4. One night, after hours, a delivery driver parked near DaVita Dialysis and noticed an eerie glow coming from behind the clinic's closed doors. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure whispering into a small mirror, seemingly casting spells. The delivery driver cleared his throat and said, ‘Excuse me, but you’re blocking my truck’s headlights.’ The shadowy figure jumped, dropped the mirror with a clatter, and whispered, ‘Just checking my reflection for perfect dialysis timing!’ Turned out it was just an overly enthusiastic new hire who thought they were late for their shift.