Southwest Center For OCD LLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to the Southwest Center for OCD one morning and muttered under his breath, ‘What kind of place has “Center” in its name but no waiting room?’ As he approached the reception desk, a friendly voice called out, ‘Welcome to our center—we specialize in helping people with OCD!’ The delivery driver blinked twice, then replied, ‘So you’re like a gym, but instead of weights, you help people with their mental reps?’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the poor soul behind the counter who was trying not to giggle.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Southwest Center for OCD one morning and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you mind if I park here? It’s the only spot left.’ She replied, ‘Actually, that’s our designated parking space for patients with severe anxiety disorders.’ The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged it off. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by and said, 'Hey, your package is in our therapist's office!' The driver grinned sheepishly and muttered, 'Guess I'll just have to come back another time.'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Southwest Center for OCD one afternoon, only to see a small dog staring intently at the building’s sign. The dog’s tail wagged furiously as if trying to decipher some hidden message. The driver chuckled and leaned out of his truck, scratching his head in confusion. Just then, an older gentleman approached from around the corner, wearing a lab coat and holding a clipboard. ‘Oh, hello!’ he said briskly. ‘That’s not just any dog—it’s our resident therapy poodle, Max! He helps patients with anxiety.’ The driver blinked, still puzzled, until Max trotted over, wagging his tail even more vigorously now—and seemed to be smiling.

4. A sign outside the Southwest Center for OCD read: ‘Please leave your worries at the door.’ One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the center and asked the receptionist, ‘Can I leave my sense of humor here too?’ Receptionist smiled politely: ‘We don’t accept deliveries today, but feel free to come back tomorrow.’ Delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Alright then, guess I’ll just take it with me.’ As he drove off, you could hear him muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to bring jokes to an OCD clinic!’