DentFirst West Midtown

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot, he heard an unusual sound—a gentle humming coming from inside DentFirst West Midtown. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw the receptionist dancing to an invisible tune, her eyes closed and smile broadening with each note. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, asking if everything was okay. The receptionist opened her eyes, still smiling, and said, 'Oh, hello! I’m just practicing my new dance routine for the annual office party.' A few minutes later, a regular patient walked in, looked around curiously, then asked, ‘Is that music I hear?’ And so began DentFirst’s most memorable staff meeting—with everyone dancing along to their very own private playlist.

2. One day, as an old lady was leaving DentFirst West Midtown, she turned to her friend and asked, ‘Did you hear that the receptionist can fix any tooth faster than light?’ Her friend shook her head, smiling. ‘No, I didn’t.’ The old lady leaned closer and whispered confidentially, ‘She just told me she once fixed a cavity while delivering a baby!’ They both burst out laughing, realizing it was probably just another one of those urban legends about DentFirst West Midtown.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to DentFirst West Midtown with a truckload of supplies. As he unlocked the back door, something peculiar caught his ear—a faint humming sound, like someone whistling tunelessly from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door just enough for a peek—and there stood an old man in a lab coat, humming softly and polishing a dental mirror. ‘Oh,’ said the man without turning around, ‘you’re here early.’ The delivery driver froze. Then, realizing it was only an eccentric dentist, he laughed it off and went on his way. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned DentFirst West Midtown late at night, they’d whisper, ‘That’s where the dentist keeps practicing his karaoke.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to DentFirst West Midtown with a box labeled ‘Toxic Waste Disposal.’ He glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had noticed. The door opened quietly, and an old janitor peered out suspiciously. 'What are you doing here?' he asked gruffly. The driver stammered something about a mix-up, then quickly drove off into the night. A few minutes later, a neighbor saw a small pigeon fly out of DentFirst’s trash chute—wearing a tiny white lab coat.