Primary Care Medical Services

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the medical center’s loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with string. No return address, no note, just an ominous label reading ‘Open Only Once.’ The delivery driver decided to open it curiously but found only a small box of donuts inside—complete with a handwritten note that said, ‘For your hard work.’ Turns out, one of the neighbors had mistakenly labeled their weekly treat delivery as top secret.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Primary Care Medical Services one afternoon with a box marked ‘urgent’. As he approached the entrance, he heard a voice from inside calling out: ‘Hey, can you hold that for a second? I just need to check something!’ The delivery driver paused, confused but amused. He placed the box on the counter and turned around, only to see an old doctor frantically searching through his desk drawers. 'Found it!' the doctor exclaimed, triumphantly holding up a tiny pair of reading glasses. 'Thanks a million,' he said, gratefully taking back his package. The driver shook his head and drove off, muttering under his breath, 'Next time I'll deliver to myself.'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Primary Care Medical Services one morning with a curious package. As he unloaded it from his truck, he noticed something unusual in the back of his van—a small box labeled ‘Emergency First Aid Kit.’ Curious, he opened it and found nothing but an old, dusty teddy bear wearing a stethoscope. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking maybe someone had pranked him. He took the bear inside, where a doctor examined it carefully before laughing out loud. Turns out, it was just an elaborate gag—someone’s way of saying thanks for always delivering on time. The bear now sits proudly in the reception area, greeting patients with its trusty stethoscope.

4. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Primary Care Medical Services with a box of bandages. As he approached the reception desk, someone asked curiously, ‘Do you guys really use these much?’ The delivery guy smiled and replied, 'Oh, yeah—we’ve got a regular who comes in here every week for bandages, but never shows any wounds.' A moment later, an older gentleman walked out, holding a small package discreetly. The receptionist whispered, 'I guess some things are better left private!'