Fairways Physiotherapy Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Fairways Physiotherapy Clinic was usually quiet, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. The receptionist took one look and whispered, ‘I’ve never seen anything like it.’ The package turned out to be an old golf ball retriever on wheels, designed by a neighbor who claimed it could navigate any course without missing a shot. Everyone laughed, but soon enough, it became a popular gimmick for attracting new patients.

2. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver arrived at Fairways Physiotherapy Clinic. He noticed something unusual—a small dog, wagging its tail excitedly, had found its way inside. The delivery driver smiled and picked up the little fellow, whispering ‘you’re coming with me!’ Soon enough, everyone in the clinic was laughing as they discovered that the tiny intruder belonged to none other than Mr. Johnson from across the street—who’d accidentally locked himself out again.

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver arrived at Fairways Physiotherapy Clinic with a peculiar package. As he walked towards the door, he noticed an unusual sound coming from inside—a soft humming, almost like someone singing softly to themselves. Curious, he opened the door slightly and peered in. Inside, he saw a familiar figure—an elderly physiotherapist, Mr. Jenkins, gently massaging his own back while softly crooning an old folk song. ‘I always do my best work when no one’s around,’ Mr. Jenkins winked, noticing him for the first time. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, wondering if everyone at Fairways had such unique routines.

4. One day after school, a little girl named Emma walked past Fairways Physiotherapy Clinic and noticed something odd. As she approached the entrance, the receptionist’s voice suddenly became much louder than usual—like someone had turned up the volume on her headset. Curious, Emma peered inside and saw no one there. Suddenly, an old man with a cane shuffled in, muttering something about his ‘wayward knee.’ The receptionist greeted him warmly, asking if he needed help. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Just my usual tune-up, dear!’ And they both laughed, making poor Emma wonder what other strange sounds were hidden within those walls.