Commonwealth Psychology Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Commonwealth Psychology Associates with an urgent package. As he stepped out of the car, he noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but no sounds came from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only silent figures sitting motionlessly in the waiting room. Suddenly, one of them raised their hand weakly and whispered, ‘Psst… can you turn down that neon sign outside? It’s keeping us awake.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Commonwealth Psychology Associates with an unusual package. ‘What’s in here?’ he asked the receptionist suspiciously. ‘Just some paperwork,’ she replied, blushing slightly. As he signed for it, she whispered, ‘It’s actually a new couch for Dr. Smith.’ The driver raised his eyebrows and grinned, shaking his head. ‘Next time you order furniture, maybe try IKEA!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Commonwealth Psychology Associates with an unusual package. ‘I hope they’re ready for this,’ he muttered, glancing nervously at the building. As he approached the reception desk, he saw only a blinking light and heard soft music. A voice came over the intercom: 'Package delivery? Just leave it here.' The driver did as instructed, then noticed a note on the door reading, 'Next delivery after dawn.' He chuckled and drove off into the night, wondering if anyone ever actually worked there.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Commonwealth Psychology Associates with an unusual package. As he approached the door, a voice from inside asked, ‘Is that you, Dr. Johnson?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and whispered back, ‘No, it’s just me.’ A figure emerged from behind the curtain and said cheerfully, ‘Oh, hello there! I thought maybe it was your friend bringing over some late-night snacks.’ The driver laughed awkwardly and explained he had the wrong address—Commonwealth Psych was closed for the evening. The therapist waved him off with a smile, saying, “Next time, bring those snacks anyway!”