About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of the University of Chicago Outpatient Senior Health Center, an elderly volunteer named Mr. Jenkins was wheeling boxes of supplies when he heard a soft whimper. Curious, he followed the sound and found it coming from behind a large potted plant near the reception desk. Peering closer, he saw something unexpected—a tiny kitten, its eyes wide with fear. Mr. Jenkins gently picked up the little creature and carried her back to his office. Later that day, while organizing paperwork, he accidentally dropped the kitten into a pile of old charts. Startled, everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing—including the usually gruff delivery driver who had been there for blood tests. The kitten became a surprise resident, keeping patients company until she found a loving home.
2. At dawn, when most patients were still dreaming, an elderly gentleman started arriving at the University of Chicago Outpatient Senior Health Center with a mysterious box under his arm. Each morning he would quietly place the box in the supply room and leave without saying a word. One day, a delivery driver noticed the pattern and asked what it was for. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Oh, that's my secret stash of donuts.' The entire staff burst out laughing, realizing that every morning they had been unwittingly partaking in a senior citizen's sweet tradition.
3. At midnight, when only the night janitor lingered, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. The label read simply: ‘For Dr. Smith’s secret project.’ The janitor glanced curiously at the box but shrugged and placed it in the staff room fridge. Next morning, everyone found a note stuck inside: 'Dear colleagues, lunch today is on me!' Turns out, it was just sandwiches for the staff.'
4. At dusk, when the senior health center’s doors closed for the day, a curious little dog began appearing outside its entrance. Each evening, it would sit patiently on the steps, watching as staff members left through the automatic door. One night, an elderly gentleman emerged from the center, carrying his shopping bag. He noticed the dog and smiled, calling out, ‘Hey, little fella! Do you want some cookies?’ The dog perked up, wagging its tail. From then on, every evening, after the center closed, the staff would see not just one but two friendly faces—an old man and his new canine companion, walking home together.