Quest Diagnostics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck near Quest Diagnostics. ‘Why does it always rain on me?’ He glanced up and saw something odd—a small, wet footprint on the pavement, perfectly shaped like a human foot. He squinted suspiciously, then laughed at himself for being so superstitious. Just another raindrop trickling down from heaven, he thought, shaking off water. Walking inside, he joked with the receptionist: 'Guess whose feet were here before mine?'

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an exhausted delivery driver parked his truck outside Quest Diagnostics. As he stumbled into the building, he noticed something peculiar on the reception desk—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person.’ Inside, a regular patient was waiting impatiently for their test results. The envelope seemed out of place until it started glowing faintly in the dim light. Startled, both the driver and the patient watched as the envelope levitated off the desk and floated towards them. With a soft thud, it landed squarely on top of the delivery driver’s head, sticking there like a bizarre hat. After much laughter and confusion, they decided that maybe the universe had just delivered today’s best joke.

3. A curious old lady peered out her window every morning at precisely 8:15 AM. She noticed that, for weeks now, a young delivery driver would always pause and scratch his head before entering Quest Diagnostics. One day, she couldn’t resist anymore and waved him over. ‘Young man,’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye, ‘what exactly is it about that building that makes you scratch your head every morning?’ The delivery driver laughed sheepishly, ‘Ma’am, it’s not the building—it’s my GPS. It keeps sending me here instead of Quest Diagnostics!’

4. At dawn, a sleepy delivery driver muttered, ‘Another day, another Quest for diagnostics.’ As he drove past the clinic’s neon sign, he thought, ‘Why does everyone always seem to be on some kind of quest here?’ Just then, his phone buzzed with an order from a nearby coffee shop—‘Delivery required: two shots of espresso, stat!’