Fond du Lac Regional Clinic, Brownsville

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver was dropping off supplies when he noticed something odd in the parking lot. A regular, bundled up against the cold, seemed to be talking animatedly to an empty wheelchair. Curious, the driver approached and overheard the man saying cheerfully, ‘Hey, old buddy, how’s the weather treating you today?’ Turned out the wheelchair belonged to his neighbor, who’d forgotten it there earlier. They both laughed, and the story ended with a friendly wave as the neighbor promised to pick it up tomorrow.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading medical supplies when he noticed an unusual item in the supply closet. Among boxes of bandages and syringes sat a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Miracle Cure for Insomnia.’ Curious, the driver opened it gently, expecting maybe some ancient herbal remedy. Instead, inside lay a single, perfectly preserved marshmallow. Rumor had it that if you ate it before bedtime, you'd dream about your favorite childhood memory. The next morning, everyone in Brownsville was talking about their strange but delightful dreams.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading medical supplies when he heard an urgent announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone! We’ve just received a shipment of extremely rare and potent painkillers—please do not attempt to steal them or use them for anything other than their intended purpose.’ The delivery driver nodded solemnly, thinking it was some kind of mistake. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder—it was a nurse whispering, 'Just ignore that; it's our annual Halloween prank!' The driver laughed nervously, relieved but embarrassed, as he finished unloading the supplies.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading medical supplies from his truck onto the clinic’s loading dock when he noticed something odd in the nearby recycling bin—a pair of mismatched socks. Curious, he picked them up and saw an old business card stuck between the toes. It read: ‘Dr. Brown, Call Me If You Need a Referral.’ The next morning, everyone at the clinic had a good laugh—especially Dr. Brown, who claimed it wasn’t him.