Tulsa Bone and Joint Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tulsa Bone and Joint Associates with an urgent package. As he approached the reception desk, he noticed something peculiar: the receptionist’s chair was spinning slowly on its own. Curious, he peered around, but saw no one else in sight. Just as he turned back, the receptionist’s phone began playing ‘Happy Birthday’—obviously someone had accidentally left it on vibrate. The delivery driver laughed softly, shook his head, and made his way inside. Later that week, when asked how his visit went, he grinned and said, ‘I’ll never forget my first appointment at Tulsa Bone and Joint—it felt like they were throwing a party for me!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tulsa Bone and Joint Associates with a box marked ‘special order’. As he stepped out of his truck, a nearby patient asked curiously: ‘Hey, do you work here? I’ve never seen you before.’ The delivery guy smiled sheepishly. 'No, I'm just a newbie,' he replied. The patient laughed and said, 'Well, next time wear something other than scrubs—you might get mistaken for staff!' And they both shared a good laugh under the dim clinic lights.

3. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Tulsa Bone and Joint Associates with a crate of medical supplies. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd on the back seat—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he opened it to find a life-sized model of a human knee, complete with moving parts. Confused, the delivery driver quickly closed the box and rushed inside, only to find everyone laughing and pointing at his face. Turns out, someone had mistakenly left a prop from the local theater rehearsal in the car. The next day, when he returned the props, the stage manager apologized profusely—promising never again to mix real-life knees with drama class.}

4. Late one night, an old man hobbled into Tulsa Bone and Joint Associates, muttering under his breath, ‘I’m not here for my knees again!’ The receptionist looked up from her screen with a smile, 'Sir, you're always here for your knees!' The old man glared back, 'No, I'm here because I can't find my cane.' A delivery driver chimed in from behind, 'He left it in my truck last week.' The doctor shook his head as they all laughed—another night at Tulsa Bone & Joint Associates.