Central OB/GYN

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Central OB/GYN with an urgent package. As he approached the door, something unusual caught his eye—a neon sign that read ‘Open for Business’ in bold, colorful letters. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dimly lit rooms and quiet corridors. Suddenly, from around the corner came a voice: 'Delivery? For Dr. Johnson?' Turned out it was just a regular bringing in some flowers for the staff. The delivery driver left feeling slightly embarrassed but also amused—who knew OB/GYNs had such lively social lives?

2. One morning, a regular patient arrived early for her appointment and noticed something peculiar on the waiting room board: ‘If you’re here for a check-up, please bring your own stethoscope.’ She raised an eyebrow, thinking it was some newfangled health trend. After her appointment, she mentioned it to her neighbor who happened to be a delivery driver. He laughed and said, 'That’s because they switched suppliers—now they use a different brand of stethoscopes!' The whole thing turned out to be just a funny mix-up.

3. In the late afternoon, a young mother brought her crying baby into Central OB/GYN. As she approached the reception desk, the infant suddenly stopped wailing and began pointing towards the door. Curious, the nurse followed the child’s gaze only to see a large, furry creature scurrying out of the building. The nurse looked around puzzled but didn’t see anything unusual. Just as she turned back, the little one giggled and pointed again. ‘Oh,’ said another doctor, scratching his head, ‘that must’ve been our new janitorial robot—still in testing phase.’ Everyone laughed, including the relieved mom who realized it was just an overactive vacuum cleaner.}

4. In the middle of a routine visit, a regular patient noticed something odd on the doctor’s desk—a tiny pair of scrubs hanging from a doorknob, clearly not meant for humans. Curious, she asked if it was for a very small patient or an intern. The doctor just smiled and said, 'No, those are for our little patients' dolls.' The woman left, shaking her head, wondering if maybe next time she should bring her own toys.