Mark C. Beal & Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mark C. Beal & Associates with a box of dental supplies. As he walked towards the door, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly and counting something in his hand. The delivery driver paused for a moment, curious. The old man looked up, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Just counting my lucky teeth!’ Turned out he was Dr. Beal’s grandfather, dropping by every week to help with office tasks. The driver laughed it off, thinking it was one of those strange small-town coincidences.

2. One day, a little girl visiting her grandfather pointed excitedly and asked, ‘Grandpa, why is that toothbrush dancing on its own?’ Everyone looked closer—and sure enough, one of the dental tools in the window seemed to be wiggling ever so slightly. A passing delivery driver stopped to investigate and declared confidently, 'That’s not a dancing toothbrush—just an old-fashioned vibrating motor!' But before anyone could laugh it off, another patient’s dog ran over, sniffed curiously, and started wagging his tail in time with the “dance.” The whole waiting room burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes even the most mundane things can bring joy.

3. One afternoon, an anxious parent rushed into Mark C. Beal & Associates, frantically asking if anyone could fix their mischievous child's latest prank. It turned out that little Johnny had decided it would be funny to fill every tooth in the office with bubble gum before running away. The staff burst out laughing when they saw him, and soon everyone was talking about 'the gummed-up dentist's office.' A few days later, a grateful neighbor dropped off some fresh cookies as thanks for not charging extra for such a unique cleaning job.

4. Late one night, a janitor cleaning around Mark C. Beal & Associates heard a strange clicking sound coming from inside the office. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to find it locked tight. The clicking continued, growing louder and more insistent—until suddenly, a tiny voice whispered, 'Please, open the door!' Finally, the janitor decided to ignore the pleading and went for help. When the dentist arrived, they found nothing unusual… except that their receptionist’s mouse had escaped from her desk and was frantically trying to get back in.