Des Moines Acupuncture

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet streets of Des Moines, after dark one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside the acupuncture clinic. The neon sign flickered eerily, casting strange shadows on the wall. Suddenly, a small dog emerged from the alley, its eyes fixed intently on the building’s entrance. The delivery driver approached cautiously and called out softly, ‘Hey little guy, you lost?’ The dog tilted its head curiously but didn’t move. Just then, an elderly gentleman appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. ‘Oh,’ he yawned, ‘he’s our resident acupunctured pooch. Comes every night for his after-treatment walk.’

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Des Moines Acupuncture clinic, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the corner. Amongst the usual medical supplies sat an old, dusty ukulele. Curious, he picked it up and found a note attached: ‘Play me once, return me twice.’ He played the ukulele softly, and soon enough, a familiar voice hummed along from behind: 'I thought I recognized that tune!' Turned out it was just the owner’s friendly greeting. The delivery driver became a regular, leaving his own little notes for the doctor.

3. In the dimly lit hallway of Des Moines Acupuncture clinic, an early morning delivery driver adjusted his glasses and peered around curiously. As he approached the reception desk, he heard a soft humming sound coming from behind the closed door. Curious, he knocked gently, but received no answer. He opened the door slightly and peeked inside—a man was quietly massaging a large marble statue, humming softly to himself. ‘Excuse me,’ said the delivery driver politely. The man jumped, then smiled sheepishly. ‘Oh, hi there! Just unwinding before work.’ The driver nodded, chuckling. ‘Guess I interrupted your acupuncture session with Mr. Statue here!’

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Des Moines Acupuncture clinic, a delivery driver paused for a stretch before making another round with packages. Suddenly, he heard soft laughter coming from behind a closed door. Curious, he approached the door and peered inside through the crack. There sat an elderly acupuncturist, gently tapping needles into a patient’s ear while softly humming an old folk tune. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and quietly left, wondering if maybe he’d just stumbled upon a secret relaxation clinic for locals.