C. Rumley Dental Practice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while unpacking supplies in the backroom of C. Rumley Dental Practice, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the shelf: an old, dusty jar labeled ‘Tooth Fairy’s Secret Recipe.’ Curious, he opened it—and suddenly found himself humming an unfamiliar tune. As he sang, his truck began playing a cheesy pop song from the ’80s. Confused and amused, he drove home whistling along. That evening, his wife asked what had happened, and when he told her, she laughed so hard she spilled tea all over their neighbor’s new carpet—a story that still gets retold every time someone visits the Rumley practice.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to C. Rumley Dental Practice, he noticed something strange coming from inside the building. A soft, rhythmic tapping echoed through the quiet streets, almost like someone was playing a xylophone with their tongue. Curious, the driver peered in through the window and saw an old dentist, Mr. Rumley, sitting motionless behind his chair. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide—revealing rows of tiny wooden teeth—and began dancing around the room, still tapping away. Turns out, it wasn’t his tongue but his dentures making that music all along.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to C. Rumley Dental Practice, he noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but there wasn’t a sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old dentist diligently cleaning his instruments under the glow of several lamps. Turns out, it was just an early bird getting ready for another day of helping smiles shine brightly. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Some people never sleep.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to C. Rumley Dental Practice, he noticed an unusual commotion inside. A small dog barked frantically from behind the reception desk, its eyes fixed on something invisible to everyone else. Curious, the driver approached the desk and asked what was going on. The receptionist shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Rumley’s pet rat—always gets excited when someone new comes in.’ The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to deliver after hours!’