About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Windmill Dental and asked the receptionist with a straight face: 'Do you accept bitcoins for cleanings?' The receptionist looked puzzled but replied calmly, ‘We only take cash or credit cards here.’ The delivery driver nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘OK, I’ll just pay in dollars next time—literally!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the usually serious dentist who popped his head out from behind the door. That was the day Windmill Dental became known for its unique sense of humour.
2. At dawn, when most dentists were just brewing coffee, an old man arrived at Windmill Dental with a mysterious box under his arm. The old man approached the receptionist and whispered, ‘I’ve brought you something special.’ He handed her a small package, then turned around and left without saying goodbye. Later that day, everyone in town was talking about the strange gift—a bag of freshly baked cookies from Mrs. Jenkins next door. It seemed that even dentists needed a little sweet treat now and then.
3. A neighborhood cat had taken it upon herself to patrol Windmill Dental every afternoon. She would sit on the window sill, watching patients come and go with a look of intense curiosity. One day, an elderly gentleman arrived for his check-up, muttering under his breath about how he’d rather be anywhere else than in that ‘dental torture chamber.’ The cat, amused by his complaints, jumped off her perch and walked over to him, meowing softly. Startled, he looked down and saw her little paw reaching out towards his hand. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Windmill Dental, they also whispered about the friendly feline who greeted patients with a purr.
4. Late one night, as the last patients left Windmill Dental, a faint humming began to fill the empty hallway. It grew louder with each passing minute, like someone tuning an invisible guitar. Soon enough, the sound morphed into something familiar—a radio playing softly in the waiting room. Turns out, the old windmill-powered generator had kicked on again, humming along to some classic rock station. The next morning, everyone found a note from ‘the ghost of Dr. Windmill’ apologizing for the late-night concert and promising not to disturb anyone else—signed with a toothbrush and floss.