Kootenai Clinic Hand Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Kootenai Clinic and noticed something peculiar: an eerie humming sound seemed to come from within the building. It grew louder with each passing minute, like a swarm of invisible bees had taken over the place. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty rooms. Suddenly, a friendly nurse waved at him and said cheerfully, 'Morning! Just our new robotic receptionist testing out its greeting protocol.' The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was just another day in the clinic—until his package mysteriously started talking back.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the waiting room of the Kootenai Clinic. He approached the receptionist with a puzzled look on his face and asked, 'Excuse me, do you know where I can get my hands fixed so they stop playing that awful country music?' The receptionist smiled warmly and replied, ‘Sir, our clinic specializes in hand surgery—not country music!’ Just then, another patient—a gruff delivery driver—groaned, ‘Man, it’s been playing non-stop since I got here.’ The old man laughed heartily and said, ‘Well, looks like we’re both in for a long wait then!’

3. A curious nurse was checking her phone during a quiet afternoon shift when she overheard two patients discussing their unusual experience with the clinic's hand surgeon. One patient mentioned how he accidentally ordered an extra large pizza instead of a small one for his recovery diet, joking that it must be part of some secret post-surgery nutrition plan. The other patient laughed and said, ‘Next time maybe order flowers from Kootenai Clinic—at least they won’t make you gain weight!’ And so, amidst giggles and good-natured teasing, the nurse discreetly closed her phone and wondered if there were more quirky stories waiting to be heard.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Kootenai Clinic and heard a strange humming sound coming from the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed a faint glow emanating from beneath the door. As he approached closer, the glow turned out to be just a reflection from his own truck headlights on the wet pavement. Relieved, he drove off, only to hear someone yelling from behind: ‘Hey! Your blinker’s on!’