Colorado Springs Orthopaedic Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood near Colorado Springs Orthopaedic Group, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one morning. As he pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock, he swore he heard a faint humming sound coming from inside the building—like someone playing an old-fashioned banjo. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—a doctor bent over a chart, completely absorbed in his work. Just then, another soft strum echoed through the hallway. Turning around, the driver spotted an elderly janitor polishing the floor with a banjo cradled under his arm, humming cheerfully to himself. 'He must be a country music fan,' the driver thought, shaking his head and smiling as he drove away.

2. On an unusually foggy morning in Colorado Springs, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Orthopaedic Group. As he unloaded boxes, he heard a soft thud from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw… nothing but empty rooms. Suddenly, an old man appeared around the corner, rubbing his eyes sleepily. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked groggily. The delivery driver laughed nervously, pointing at the empty room. ‘I thought I saw something,’ he stammered. The old man yawned widely, then smiled warmly. ‘That’s just Dr. Smith’s new robot receptionist. It’s still learning its routes.’

3. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Colorado Springs Orthopaedic Group and muttered, ‘I’ve never seen so many crutches standing around like they’re waiting for someone.’ As he approached the door, he heard a faint voice from inside: 'Next please, and hurry—my leg’s falling asleep!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘These guys must really love their jobs.’

4. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Colorado Springs Orthopaedic Group. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the pavement—a small wooden carving, perfectly shaped like a human knee. Curious, he picked it up and realized it was exquisitely detailed—even the menisci were carved with meticulous care. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he joked, ‘Guess who’s getting a new knee today?’ The neighbor laughed and replied, ‘Probably not you, buddy!’