Arlington Medical Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Medical Center and noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a mix of antiseptic cleaner and freshly baked cookies, wafting from the building's vents. As he approached the door, a soft voice called out, ‘Delivery for Dr. Smith!’ Startled, our delivery driver looked around but saw no one. Inside, the smell grew stronger—like someone had just made his mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies. Turns out it was actually coming from the receptionist’s kitchen, where she was baking treats for her colleagues. Our driver left with a warm cookie and a smile, realizing that sometimes hospitals can be as quirky as any small town.

2. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Medical Center with a box marked ‘Confidential’. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd: the security guard seemed to be dozing off while listening intently to his own radio. The driver paused for a moment, then decided it would be quicker just to leave the package inside the reception area and dash out. Just as he was leaving, he heard someone shout from behind, ‘Hey! Where’s my package?’ Turning around, he saw only a sleepy security guard scratching his head. The guard yawned and said, “Next time knock, okay?”

3. Late one night, a little girl pointed excitedly at Arlington Medical Center’s neon sign from her car window, whispering, ‘Mommy, look! It says “Open All Hours” but it’s midnight!’ Her mother smiled and replied, 'Honey, that just means they’re here for emergencies.' They drove on, leaving behind only the soft glow of the sign, which seemed to wink knowingly at them. The next morning, a sleepy delivery driver remarked to his neighbor, “I wonder if anyone actually went in last night.” To which his neighbor shrugged and said, “Probably some late-night cold or something.”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Arlington Medical Center. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from the kitchen. As he approached the door, a friendly voice called out, ‘Delivery for Dr. Smith?’ Turned out it was just a neighbor stopping by to say hello and grab some cookies. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Arlington Medical Center also doubled as a cookie factory.’