Dr. John C. Martin Orthodontics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver once complained to Dr. Martin, ‘Your sign is so big it scares away patients!’ With a twinkle in his eye, Dr. Martin replied, ‘No, my sign attracts them—especially when they’re too scared to come inside.’ One day, a neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, 'Why does your sign loom over the whole street like that?' Dr. Martin smiled and said, 'Ah, but you see, it's not just any sign—it’s an invitation for everyone who needs a smile makeover!'

2. Late one night, an anxious parent rushed into Dr. Martin’s office with their squirming child. As they waited for treatment, an old lady sitting next to them started humming an unfamiliar tune. Before long, everyone in the waiting room joined in, creating a bizarre yet charming impromptu sing-along. Just then, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off and began snoring along with the song. The whole room burst out laughing, including poor Dr. Martin who had to pause the treatment to join in. When it was over, everyone left with a smile—even the squirmy kid got his braces without incident.

3. In the quiet neighborhood of Maplewood, a regular would mutter under his breath as he walked past Dr. Martin's orthodontic clinic: 'I bet that building has more braces than any patient.' One day, a delivery driver parked outside and noticed something odd—all the packages had tiny little brackets on them too! He shook his head with a smile, thinking maybe Dr. Martin was testing out new packaging designs for retainers.

4. In the dimly lit waiting room of Dr. John C. Martin Orthodontics, a young receptionist overheard a curious conversation between two patients. One asked, 'Did you hear that Dr. Martin has been seen driving around town in a car with no front bumper?' The other replied, 'Impressive, but I heard he lost it playing hockey last week!' Finally, another patient chimed in, ‘I heard he’s not even an orthodontist anymore—he’s just a mechanic now!’ A moment later, the door opened and Dr. Martin walked in, pushing his bike—no front bumper—and smiling warmly. Everyone burst out laughing.