David L Gullett, MD.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, after hours, a delivery driver pulled up to David L Gullett, MD. He noticed something odd: the neon sign above the entrance blinked not just red and green, but also a soft purple hue that nobody remembered seeing before. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the door, only for his dog to suddenly growl and pull back, refusing to enter the parking lot. As the delivery driver peered through the window, he saw Dr. Gullett wearing a lab coat made of plush purple fabric, surrounded by glowing purple instruments on the table. The doctor calmly looked up, smiled, and said, 'Welcome to my new themed office—Purple Science!' Alarmed, the driver quickly drove away, leaving behind only a confused note on the door: "Please deliver packages here."}

2. Late one night, a delivery driver knocked on the door of David L Gullett, MD. ‘Doc,’ he said, holding up a bag, ‘I’ve got something that’s not quite alive and not quite dead.’ ‘What in tarnation?’ Doc peered inside the bag. It was a squirming mass of worms. He laughed heartily. ‘You’re a regular, aren’t you? Just wanted some fresh fishing bait, right?’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, nodding. ‘Thanks, Doc!’

3. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver approached the doors of David L Gullett, MD, wondering if they were ever open for emergencies like these. Finally, he heard a soft voice from inside: ‘Emergency? Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? Come on in!’ Turns out it was just Dr. Gullett’s wife, who’d invited him over for some unexpected breakfast. The delivery driver left with a laugh and a wave, thinking maybe next time he should try knocking first.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the dimly lit office of David L Gullett, MD. The neon sign flickered ominously as he fumbled with the keys in the cold November wind. Finally managing to unlock the door, he heard a soft voice from inside: ‘Delivery here, Doc.’ A sleepy figure emerged from the shadows, rubbing eyes and muttering something about late-night visitors. Turns out it was just David’s next-door neighbor dropping off a package.’