Christus St Vincent Multicare Specialty Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients were settling in for their routine check-ups, an unusual announcement came over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Attention all staff and visitors—please be advised that our new air purifier has been programmed to emit soothing classical music instead of white noise.’ Soon enough, everyone got used to the Mozart-infused waiting room, until one day a delivery driver arrived, humming along to Beethoven. He was joined by a regular who started tapping his foot to Bach, and before long, the entire clinic was dancing like it was a scene from a musical. The receptionist just smiled and said, 'Welcome to Christus St Vincent Multicare Specialty Clinic—where your check-up is also a concert!'

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the clinic entrance and noticed something odd on the backseat—a small, wrapped package with no return address. Curious but cautious, he brought it inside to ask if anyone had lost anything. As it turned out, nobody claimed the package. The staff opened it carefully, revealing a lunchbox filled with leftover sandwiches from the cafeteria next door. Turns out, an overzealous employee had accidentally left it behind after their break. Everyone had a good laugh, especially when they realized who might’ve been hungry for free food that day.

3. In the late afternoon, a little girl walked past the clinic with her grandmother. Suddenly, she pointed and giggled, ‘Granny, why is that statue winking at us?’ The old lady looked up, squinting in the fading light. With a smile, she whispered, 'Honey, it's not winking—it's just catching some rays like an old friend.' They both laughed, and as they turned away, someone inside the clinic called out, “Next patient, please!” The little girl grinned and said, ‘Guess he’s not done seeing ghosts yet!’

4. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Christus St Vincent Multicare Specialty Clinic. His truck’s cargo was a mysterious box marked only with an old-fashioned medical symbol. The delivery driver approached the receptionist and said, ‘I’ve got something for Dr. Smith.’ The receptionist raised an eyebrow but took the box anyway. Later that day, while everyone was having lunch, they heard a loud thud from behind the clinic’s wall. Turns out it was just a package of old medical textbooks—Dr. Smith had ordered them years ago!’