The Limes Medical Centre (Finch Road Branch)

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the medical centre’s parking lot—a small cardboard box with a note that read: ‘Take me home.’ Curious, he picked it up and found inside a jar of pickles labeled ‘Prescription #98765.’ Confused but intrigued, the delivery driver took the pickle jar to his manager. Word spread quickly through the neighborhood, and soon enough, every time someone needed an unusual prescription filled, they’d ask for ‘Pickle Jar Special #98765.’ Eventually, a friendly neighbor brought over some freshly baked cookies as thanks—apparently, the original note had said, ‘Take me home…with cookies!’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Limes Medical Centre. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an odd item nestled among the medical supplies—an old, dusty ukulele. Curious, the driver picked it up and found that it was in perfect tune. Later that day, while waiting for patients, a doctor plucked a few notes on the ukulele, surprising everyone with its melodic sound. Soon enough, The Limes Medical Centre became known not just for healing bodies but also for soothing souls with impromptu concerts.

3. In the dead of night, when Finch Road was quiet as a tomb, a delivery driver pulled up to The Limes Medical Centre. Something odd caught his eye—an old, dusty bicycle parked outside, its bell ringing softly in the empty street. He got closer and saw an old man, half-asleep, still gently ringing the bike’s bell. Turns out he lived next door and used it every morning for his walk, even though everyone knew him as a tech-savvy retiree who never left home without his smartphone. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking that some habits are harder to break than others.

4. In the dead of night, when Finch Road was quiet as a tomb, a delivery driver pulled up to The Limes Medical Centre. Something odd caught his eye—a small, glowing figure darting between parked cars. Curious, he followed the glow and found an old lamp-post with a misplaced street sign. Suddenly, a sleepy voice from behind said, ‘Did you lose something?’ Turning around, he saw only a concerned-looking neighbor, holding a flashlight. The delivery driver laughed it off, relieved, and drove away, muttering under his breath, “Must be those new LEDs playing tricks on me.’