Oral Surgery Center of Western Idaho

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Oral Surgery Center of Western Idaho with an unusual package. The sky was just beginning to lighten over Meridian, and as he stepped out of his truck, whispers seemed to follow him through the quiet streets. As he approached the door, he heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, delivery guy! Finally here—we’ve been waiting ages!' Turned out it was just a sleepy receptionist who’d mistook him for a patient. Relieved laughter filled the air, and the sunrise painted everything in golden hues. Another day in paradise, thought the delivery driver, driving off into the morning glow.

2. At closing time, an employee locked up the Oral Surgery Center and left through the staff entrance. But before she could get home, she heard an urgent announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention please! Your wisdom teeth are now free!’ She rushed back, only to find her wisdom teeth dancing around the empty waiting room, waving little flags and singing ‘We’re Free at Last!’ A delivery driver tried to hand in a package, asking if they were okay. Relieved, she realized it was just another day at the Oral Surgery Center of Western Idaho.

3. At midnight, when even dentists' offices are silent, a delivery driver pulled up to the dimly lit parking lot of the Oral Surgery Center of Western Idaho. As he approached the door, he heard faint music from inside—a soothing lullaby playing on repeat. Curious, he opened the door slightly and peered in. The reception desk was empty, but there sat an old teddy bear wearing a lab coat, gently rocking back and forth and smiling warmly. Startled, the delivery driver quickly backed away, only to realize it was just closing time, and his neighbor, the dentist, had left the radio on for his pets.

4. At midnight, when even dentists' offices are silent, a delivery driver pulled up to the Oral Surgery Center with a mysterious package. ‘This is no ordinary toothpaste,’ he whispered, eyeing the building warily. Inside was an old toothbrush with a note: 'For Dr. Smith's teeth, signed, Your Neighbor.' The next morning, everyone in town had a good laugh—except for poor Dr. Smith, who spent the day explaining why his toothbrush looked like it belonged to Grandpa Jones.