AZ Endocrine Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the waiting room of AZ Endocrine Institute, a little girl pointed excitedly at the ceiling one day. ‘Mommy,’ she said, ‘look at that funny shadow!’ Her mother glanced up and saw nothing but an ordinary light fixture. Still, ever since then, visitors claim to see strange shapes dancing above them—like tiny dancers in silhouette. One afternoon, a delivery driver looked up curiously and declared, 'I see Santa’s sleigh!' The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Must be his early practice for Christmas.' Ever since then, whenever someone spots something unusual, everyone just nods knowingly and says, 'Ah, looks like old Saint Nick is getting ready for his big night.'

2. In the waiting room of AZ Endocrine Institute, an elderly gentleman cleared his throat and announced dramatically, ‘I’ve been coming here for years, but today something strange happened!’ ‘You see,’ he continued, ‘the nurse asked me my weight again, like it’s some kind of secret I’m hiding. So I said, “Well, last time I was here, you told me I weighed exactly 184 pounds!” She looked at me blankly and replied, “Sir, that was three years ago.” And everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing!’

3. In the waiting room of AZ Endocrine Institute, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the cafeteria counter—a jar labeled ‘Hormone Samples’ had mysteriously been replaced with a jar marked ‘Free Samples: Coffee Creamers’. Confused and amused, the delivery driver discreetly swapped back the jars before anyone noticed. Later that day, while leaving, he overheard two nurses whispering: 'Did you hear? Dr. Z’s coffee creamer addiction is becoming legendary!'

4. In the waiting room of AZ Endocrine Institute, a young mother glanced up from her phone and noticed that every time she mentioned breakfast, the old man next to her nodded knowingly—and then sniffed the air as if smelling pancakes. Finally, an attractive nurse approached them with a clipboard. ‘Mr. Smith’s office,’ she said, smiling warmly. The old man inhaled sharply and whispered to the mom, ‘Honey, I think he’s got diabetes—can you smell those pancakes too?’