About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A few years ago, every Wednesday afternoon around three o’clock, an old man with a big brown paper bag would show up at West Street Partnership. He’d walk in, greet everyone cheerfully, and head straight for the back room. One day, a young dental assistant peeked curiously into the back room only to discover that our mysterious visitor was simply organizing his collection of vintage toothbrushes. It turned out he was a retired dentist who enjoyed helping out once a week. When asked why he brought a brown paper bag, he replied, ‘For emergencies!’ Everyone laughed, including him, and soon became fondly known as ‘the toothbrush gentleman.’
2. Last month, after hours of drilling and pounding, something strange started happening in the West Street Partnership office. Every Tuesday morning, exactly at eight sharp, a faint but unmistakable sound of someone whistling ‘Happy Birthday’ could be heard from inside. Finally, one day an elderly gentleman walked into the waiting room with a big smile on his face. 'I just wanted to say,' he whispered, 'that every time I hear that song, it makes me feel like I'm back home again.' The next week, everyone brought their favorite tunes for Dr. Smith to hum while working—until finally, no one noticed when the whistling stopped altogether.'
3. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to West Street Partnership with a puzzled look on his face. The usually quiet street was filled with strange sounds—whispers coming from inside the dental office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a lab coat, gently whispering to a row of sleeping dentists. Turns out, it was just the owner practicing his new accent for a role in a theater production. Everyone had a good laugh over breakfast that day.
4. At closing time one Friday, a neighbor knocked on the door of West Street Partnership and asked, ‘Do you ever wonder why your patients always leave smiling?’ The dentist looked up from his microscope with a twinkle in his eye. 'They leave smiling,' he replied, 'because I never tell them the truth.' The neighbor scratched his head, puzzled, until the dentist added with a laugh, 'I just say they have perfect teeth!'