OrthoArizona

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to OrthoArizona with an unusual package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something odd inside—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. As he opened the box curiously, out popped a tiny, sleepy turtle that must’ve been hiding there for days. The staff named him ‘Mr. Arizona,’ and soon enough, Mr. Arizona became the clinic’s unofficial mascot, charming everyone who visited. OrthoArizona now has a legendary story to tell every new employee—just another day at work in Paradise.

2. Late one night, a nurse on duty heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘Please return your orthopedic pillows to their rightful place.’ She looked around but saw no one. The next day, neighbors reported similar messages in different parts of town. Finally, someone from the clinic called and explained it was just their automated reminder system for patients with orthopedic issues. Everyone laughed when they realized the messages were meant for a local yoga studio that shared the same phone line—except for the poor delivery driver who thought he’d accidentally ordered too many orthopedic pillows.

3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, someone left a peculiar item in the OrthoArizona parking lot—a large wooden crate marked ‘Do Not Open.’ Curious neighbors and even a delivery driver stopped to wonder what secrets it held. Finally, around dawn, an orthodontist happened by and said, 'Oh, that’s just our new shipment of custom-made retainer molds!' Neighbors sighed with relief, realizing they’d been overthinking things—and maybe got a good laugh out of it too.

4. Late one night, while the receptionist was preparing for bed, she heard a strange humming noise coming from behind the counter. Curious but cautious, she peeked around and found nothing out of place—until she noticed the faint glow of an old clock radio blinking back at her. As she approached, the sound grew louder—a soft, rhythmic tune that seemed familiar yet distant. Suddenly, the clock radio began playing an old country song: 'I’m just a regular guy trying to make my way.' The receptionist smiled, realizing it was just an old radio left on too long. With a gentle smile, she switched off the music and went home, thinking maybe OrthoArizona had its own secret playlist after hours.