Crisis Triage Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Crisis Triage Center with an urgent package. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was frantically waving him down from across the street. The old man motioned for him to come closer, whispering urgently that he needed help finding his way home. The delivery guy laughed it off and said, 'Hey, buddy, I deliver packages—not people!' With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Then maybe you can deliver me some directions?’ They both shared a hearty laugh as they walked together towards the center’s entrance.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Crisis Triage Center with an unusual package. As he approached the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a thousand bees trapped in a box. The security guard looked puzzled but shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just an old refrigerator in the storage room. Finally, after much confusion, they opened the package to discover… nothing but a small note that read: ‘Next time, try FedEx.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Crisis Triage Center with an unusual package: a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. As he placed it on the counter, everyone in the waiting room heard a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious nurses opened the box and found nothing but a tiny wind-up toy humming softly. It was just an April Fool’s prank from a neighbor who worked there part-time. Everyone laughed, relieved, and went home that night with a smile.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Crisis Triage Center with an urgent package. As he approached the door, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all patients and staff—we’re out of Band-Aids. Please report any wounds immediately.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, then looked around for someone in distress. Finally, he noticed an old man hobbling towards him, holding a bleeding finger. ‘Sir,’ said the driver, ‘I’ll be your band-aid!’ He quickly opened the box and handed over a fresh package of bandages. The relieved patient smiled, paid him generously, and left. That night, everyone at the Crisis Triage Center slept well—except maybe the delivery guy, who kept dreaming about being called back for more emergency deliveries.