About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Corson Dentistry with a box of gleaming new crowns. As he unlocked the door, a soft humming came from inside—nothing unusual until he noticed it seemed to be coming from the dental chair. Curious, he peered in and saw an old man, eyes closed, gently singing along to some unheard tune. The delivery driver cleared his throat and softly sang along, surprising both the old man and himself. They ended up finishing the song together—a charming little ditty about lost teeth and happy smiles. When they finally stopped laughing, the old man reached into his pocket and handed over a crisp twenty-dollar bill. ‘Thanks for keeping me company,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver shook his head and grinned, realizing that maybe Corson Dentistry wasn’t as quiet after hours as everyone thought.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Corson Dentistry with a box. ‘Why so late?’ asked a regular, leaning against the counter. The driver shrugged and whispered, ‘They say Dr. Corson only works after midnight when he’s in a good mood.’ A few days later, an old neighbor stopped by and joked, ‘Did you hear Doc Corson invented a new toothpaste that makes your teeth whiter while you sleep?’ A regular snorted, ‘I bet it tastes like minty midnight cookies!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Corson Dentistry with a box. Inside, a little dog peeked out and started barking excitedly, drawing curious glances from passersby. As it turned out, the little dog belonged to a regular patient who had forgotten him in the waiting room. The next morning, after much laughter and apologies, the owner arrived to pick up his furry friend. Since then, whenever someone mentions Corson Dentistry, people smile and say, ‘That’s where they lost a tooth… and found a new best friend!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Corson Dentistry with a box. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something odd on the pavement—a strange metal object shaped like a tiny crown. Curious, he picked it up and examined it under his flashlight—it was indeed a miniature gold crown. Smiling, he thought, ‘Must be someone’s lost prize from a dental party.’ He placed it in his pocket and went inside, only to hear a familiar voice say, “Hey, that’s mine!” Turning around, he saw an old man leaning against the doorframe, laughing heartily. The end.