About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up outside Swiss OB-GYN and noticed an eerie sign glowing in the window: ‘Baby on Board — Please Drive Carefully.’ Curious, he parked his truck and peered inside. The receptionist smiled and said, ‘Welcome, we’re open for business!’ Inside, everything was perfectly normal—just a few expectant mothers reading magazines and chatting softly. The delivery driver relaxed, thinking it must be some kind of prank or misunderstanding. Just then, one of the women looked up and cheerfully waved, yelling, 'Hi there, daddy-to-be!' The poor guy nearly drove off the road trying not to laugh.
2. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Swiss OB-GYN with a box marked ‘ultrasound equipment.’ As he stepped out of the truck, he heard a faint voice from inside: ‘Please, no more ultrasounds today!’ Curious, the driver cracked open the door—only to see an old ultrasound machine wobbling on its last legs, surrounded by giggling nurses. Turns out it was just a routine maintenance visit. The next day, everyone in town knew that if you needed an emergency ultrasound, calling Swiss OB-GYN might not be your best bet.
3. Late one Thursday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Swiss OB-GYN and caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of chocolate wafting from the office. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw a receptionist diligently stirring a pot on the counter, humming along to her favorite tune. As it turned out, she was making hot chocolate for everyone who came in that day. When asked why, she simply smiled and said, ‘It’s good for the soul.’ The delivery driver became a regular, always bringing extra marshmallows.
4. Late one Wednesday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Swiss OB-GYN and caught a strange whiff of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafting from the building. Curious, he peered inside through the window but saw nothing out of place—until he heard faint laughter coming from the empty waiting room. As he leaned closer to the glass, he noticed a small sign on the reception desk reading ‘Chocolate Therapy for Pregnant Moms Only.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own cookie stash!’