Deborah Lehman MD

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Deborah Lehman MD. The sky outside was just beginning to lighten, an unusual sight for such a sleepy neighborhood. The delivery driver knocked on the door, expecting a routine delivery. Suddenly, a sleepy-eyed doctor opened it and asked, 'What time is it?' The driver replied, 'Just enough for you to sign here.' Turns out, Deborah Lehman MD had forgotten she worked nights too—and now everyone in the neighborhood knows her as ‘the overnight doc.’

2. In the depths of night, when only moonlight illuminated the streets, an elderly woman whispered to her reflection in the hallway mirror: ‘I swear I saw Dr. Lehman counting stars through his office window.’ The next day, a delivery driver mentioned it to one of the nurses. She laughed and said, 'Oh, he’s just counting the constellations for his latest paper.' As the weeks went by, neighbors started leaving their children outside with ‘Dr. Lehman’ whenever they needed help with astronomy homework.

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Deborah Lehman MD’s office. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd in one of the crates—a small, sealed envelope addressed not to him but to ‘the doctor.’ Curious, he opened it and found inside a note reading simply: “Please deliver this to Dr. Lehman personally.” The delivery driver knocked on Dr. Lehman’s door, holding out the mysterious envelope. She took it with a puzzled smile, then burst into laughter when she read the note aloud: 'Dear Doctor, please accept these samples—your prescription for better sleep!' Turning serious, she added, “I’ll keep that little joke between us.”

4. In the dead of night, when even the streetlights seemed to nod off, a delivery driver pulled up outside Deborah Lehman MD's office. ‘What’s open at this hour?’ he wondered aloud. ‘Delivery for Dr. Lehman,’” said the sleepy receptionist, barely lifting her head from her desk. The driver glanced around nervously and whispered, “I think I delivered here before… but wasn’t it across the street?” A friendly neighbor poked his head out of his apartment and grinned, “Nope, that was me last week!” They both laughed, and the delivery guy shook his head with a smile—sometimes midnight adventures can be more confusing than they’re worth.