Werner Jan R. MD

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In a small town clinic, next to Dr. Werner Jan R.’s office, a curious bottle appeared one morning. A regular patient noticed it while waiting for his appointment and asked the receptionist what it was. No one knew. Soon enough, an excitable delivery driver claimed it belonged to him, though he couldn’t explain why it had his name on it but not his address. Eventually, a neighbor recognized it as her old perfume bottle from high school. With a laugh, she said, ‘Dr. Werner must be testing everyone’s patience today!’

2. In a quiet corner of the doctor’s parking lot, someone left behind an old suitcase. A regular noticed it one morning and decided to investigate. Inside, among the dusty clothes, he found a strange collection of items—an antique pocket watch, a vintage toy car, and a note scribbled in pencil that read: ‘To the finder, if you can solve these riddles…’ Curious, the regular brought the suitcase inside. Among more oddities, he discovered a small box with a label reading ‘Free Samples.’ Opening it, he found nothing but stale cookies and a card that said, ‘Sorry for the inconvenience. Next time I’ll bring better puzzles!’

3. In a dusty corner of the doctor’s parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: an old suitcase half-hidden among the trash cans. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and found inside an ancient thermometer wrapped in yellowing newspaper. Turns out, it belonged to an elderly neighbor who used to work there decades ago. Now, whenever someone delivers packages, they joke about leaving mysterious items for future ‘finders.’

4. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a voice crackled over Dr. Werner Jan R.’s intercom: ‘Your patient today is very particular—bring your sense of humor!’ Dr. Werner adjusted his glasses and smiled into the microphone: 'Very well then, I’ll be ready.' The next patient turned out to be a friendly neighborhood dog who insisted on choosing his own medicine from the shelves. By lunchtime, everyone in town knew that Dr. Werner’s office was the only place where you could get antibiotics mixed with bacon bits.