Accelerated Urgent Care

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Accelerated Urgent Care, a regular patient complained loudly one day: ‘Doc, I feel like my arm is growing longer every visit!’ The nurse smiled and replied, ‘Well, sir, it’s good that you’re growing taller—we haven’t had any complaints about overcrowding yet.’ Another time, an exhausted delivery driver arrived, complaining of severe back pain. Doc examined him and said, 'You look fine to me!' The driver groaned, 'Then why do I feel like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders?' Doc grinned, 'Maybe because you're delivering happiness!'

2. At Accelerated Urgent Care, late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the emergency entrance and noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the building. He shrugged it off as he rushed in with his package, but the next morning everyone in town was talking about it. Upon closer inspection, the humming turned out to be just an old refrigerator left running overnight. The delivery driver, now a local hero for his quick thinking, received a free cup of coffee from the grateful staff—and a new nickname: ‘Refrigerator Man.’

3. At Accelerated Urgient Care, an elderly gentleman approached the reception desk with a puzzled expression. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked, ‘why does your sign say “Wait Time: Immediate” when it takes forever?’ A young nurse overheard him and smiled. "Sir,” she replied cheerfully, “that’s because our wait time is immediate for everyone except us staff—we’re always too busy to take our own breaks!" The old man nodded knowingly and chuckled, shaking his head as he walked away.

4. At Accelerated Urgent Care, a sign above the entrance read: 'If you’re not here for an emergency, please leave immediately.' A bemused neighbor passing by stopped and asked aloud, 'I wonder what qualifies as an emergency around here?' Inside, a regular patient looked up from his magazine and replied with a straight face, ‘Anything that can’t wait until my primary care doctor opens tomorrow.’ The bemused neighbor shook his head and walked away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll just Google it…’