Cherokee Trail Dental

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into Cherokee Trail Dental and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you know why they call it a root canal?’ She shook her head, curious. He leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, ‘Because no one ever comes back to tell the tale!’ A few days later, another patient—a delivery driver—asked the same question. This time, the receptionist replied confidently, ‘Because it’s cheaper than buying a new truck!’ Everyone burst out laughing, even the dentist had to smile.

2. In the quiet town of Maplewood, a delivery truck pulled up outside Cherokee Trail Dental one afternoon. The driver, unpacking boxes, noticed something odd in the backseat—a small wooden chest with no label or markings. Curious, he brought it inside, only to discover that every time someone opened it, a single tooth fell out. Finally, an old lady from down the street recognized the box as her great-grandmother’s keepsake. Inside were teeth collected over generations—all perfectly preserved! It turned out to be a quirky family tradition, and everyone had a good laugh when they realized what was happening. Now, Cherokee Trail Dental is known for its unique dental tales—and maybe even a free toothbrush or two.

3. One day, while Cherokee Trail Dental was closed for lunch, a mysterious sign appeared on its door: ‘Free cavity fillings for anyone who can whistle like a blue jay.’ Soon enough, people from all over town started trying their luck—an old man whistling like an owl, a delivery driver mimicking a train whistle, even a kid practicing his favorite bird calls. The dentist just smiled and filled cavities with a big grin. Finally, a quiet lady walked in, humming softly. She turned out to be Mrs. Jenkins next door, who’d been meaning to visit for ages. 'I never knew you could get your teeth fixed for free if you sing,' she said. Everyone laughed, realizing it had all been a friendly joke.

4. One night, as a sleepy Cherokee Trail Dental receptionist answered the phone, she heard a strange clicking sound coming from the hallway. Curious, she peered around the corner—and found no one there. Suddenly, an old man in a fedora appeared out of nowhere and whispered, ‘Just checking my dentures.’ The receptionist giggled and said, ‘Next time, knock!’ The old fellow nodded, adjusted his hat, and shuffled off into the night. Since then, everyone at Cherokee Trail Dental jokes that our building is haunted by the ghost of a polite gentleman with excellent dental hygiene habits.’