About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman started visiting Inova Medical Group in Old Town every Tuesday. Each week, he would arrive precisely at sunset and quietly sit in the waiting room until closing time. One evening, over the intercom came a puzzling announcement: 'Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Regular please report to the reception desk?' Finally, Mr. Regular approached the counter, wearing his usual tweed jacket and bowler hat. The receptionist smiled warmly, saying, ‘Mr. Regular, you’ve been coming here for years without ever making an appointment or filling out any forms.’ He replied softly, ‘I just wanted to ensure my medical records are up-to-date for retirement parties.’ Everyone burst into laughter as the old man left, whistling a merry tune.
2. One morning, a little girl pointed excitedly at the entrance of Inova Medical Group in Old Town and whispered to her mom, ‘Mama, look! The doctor’s office has a talking receptionist!’ The mother smiled and said, 'No, honey, it's just our friendly robot receptionist.' The girl looked puzzled for a moment before giggling and running inside. Later that day, an exhausted delivery driver asked the same robot if he could reschedule his appointment, causing it to respond with a monotone, 'Would you like to schedule your visit for another time?' Everyone had a good laugh, including the bemused neighbor who overheard the exchange.
3. At dawn, a delivery driver noticed a strange humming coming from inside Inova Medical Group's old air-conditioning unit. Curious, he opened it and found nothing but an old radio tuned to some obscure station. The humming turned out to be just an old-timey jingle playing ‘Old Town Road’ over and over again. Since then, locals joke that Inova’s AC plays country music all night long.
4. Late one night, a nurse on duty heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘Please bring me some aspirin—no, wait, make that cookies!’ Curious, she followed the sound and found an old man sleeping in a wheelchair near the window. ‘Cookies?’ he mumbled, “I must be dreaming.” The nurse smiled, shook her head, and brought him his medicine. Afterwards, everyone called it Inova’s version of ‘bedside magic.’