Jones Pediatrics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Jones Pediatrics waiting room, every Wednesday at exactly 3 PM, a little girl named Emma would burst into tears whenever her mother pushed past a certain old man in the hallway. The man never noticed or reacted, but the crying always stopped when he moved on. Finally, one day an exhausted-looking delivery driver approached the old man and asked if he was ‘that guy who makes that poor kid cry every Wednesday.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Oh, I just wave at her from afar—she’s much too shy for direct greetings!’

2. In Jones Pediatrics' waiting room, every Thursday morning around coffee time, a mysterious old man in a tweed suit would appear with an enormous basket of fresh-baked cookies. No one knew where he came from or why he stopped by, but soon everyone started calling him ‘Mr. Sweet Relief’. One Thursday, when Mr. Sweet Relief arrived, little Timmy, who had been crying for hours, suddenly perked up and asked for a cookie. Within minutes, his tears turned into giggles, and before anyone could blink, he was running around the room, chasing after a passing nurse’s scrubs. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Jones Pediatrics, they’d say, 'That’s where even the grumpiest baby gets happy as pie!'

3. In Jones Pediatrics’ waiting room, every Friday afternoon after closing time, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit appears out of thin air and starts polishing the reception desk with an antique cloth. He never says a word, just gently buffs away imaginary dust until everyone has left. Then he disappears as mysteriously as he came. Some say he’s the ghost of Dr. Jones himself, others believe he’s simply an avuncular spirit who loves a clean workspace. Either way, no one minds—after all, who wouldn’t want a friendly old gent to keep their doctor’s office spotless?

4. In Jones Pediatrics' waiting room, on stormy evenings when lightning flashes outside, patients often hear soft laughter coming from behind the closed door of Dr. Smith's office. One evening, a delivery driver came in, soaked to the skin. Hearing the laughter, he asked what was going on. An elderly neighbor overheard and whispered, 'That's just Dr. Smith teaching his new intern how to handle unexpected visitors!'