Arizona Arthritis Clinic PLLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the clinic’s parking lot—a small wooden box with no label or markings. Curious, he picked it up and carried on with his day, only to discover later that it contained dozens of tiny, perfectly wrapped cookies. Upon opening one cookie, he found it was decorated with tiny stars and had a note reading ‘Thank you for your service!’ Turns out, the clinic staff baked these treats every week as a surprise for their anonymous benefactor—the friendly delivery guy who always brought them cheer.’

2. One day, an elderly gentleman arrived for his weekly visit and noticed something unusual on the clinic’s intercom message: ‘Please pick up your pet turtle from reception.’ Confused but amused, he mentioned it to no one until others started noticing similar messages directed at random patients. Soon enough, everyone in town was checking their mailboxes before visiting the clinic. One day a delivery driver showed up with a box labeled 'Mr. Johnson's Parakeet.' The receptionist shrugged and said, 'Must be another mix-up!' But then, a neighbor came in asking for her goldfish named Goldie. Turns out, Arizona Arthritis Clinic had become the unofficial lost-pet recovery center.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Arizona Arthritis Clinic one afternoon, frowning as he saw something odd on the sign outside. 'What does it mean?' he muttered, pointing to the words that now read: "PLEASE ENTER THROUGH THE DOOR FOR ARTHRITIS RELIEF." The delivery driver shrugged and walked inside, curious about what arthritis relief might entail. As he entered, a friendly receptionist asked him if he was there for his appointment. ‘No,’ he replied with a smile, ‘I’m just here for my usual package drop-off.’ The receptionist laughed gently and said, “Oh, you must be confused—we’re not open yet.” The driver looked around sheepishly and left, muttering under his breath, “Guess I’ll try the other door next time…”

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Arizona Arthritis Clinic one morning, puzzled by a strange sight on the clinic’s loading dock—a box labeled ‘Joint Pain Relief’ that seemed suspiciously empty. The delivery driver knocked on the door and asked a regular, ‘What’s with this empty Joint Pain Relief box?’ The receptionist smiled and said, ‘Oh, it’s for our secret arthritis dance therapy sessions.’ The driver nodded, chuckled, and drove off, never suspecting how much fun those sessions were—or weren’t.