About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit waiting room of OMSA one afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at something on the ceiling. Her mother looked up and saw nothing but ordinary tiles. But then she heard it—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound coming from above. Soon, everyone in the room was listening intently—even the dentist glanced up curiously. The tapping grew louder, and suddenly, an old pencil case fell right onto the head of a nearby delivery driver. With a startled yelp, he exclaimed, ‘What on earth? Who’s been sharpening pencils up there?’
2. In the quiet hallway outside Dr. Smith’s office, an elderly gentleman cleared his throat and declared, ‘I’ve been coming here for years, but today I finally found out what “oral surgery” means!’ Just then, a young delivery driver approached nervously, asking if he could use the bathroom. With a twinkle in his eye, Dr. Smith replied, 'Son, you’re in luck—this is oral surgery, not brain surgery!' The whole waiting room burst into laughter.
3. While sitting in the OMSA reception area, a young man overheard two nurses whispering: 'Did you hear? The new coffee machine talks back!' Curious, he approached them. One nurse shrugged and said, ‘It’s just an old coffee pot with a loose bolt.’ They giggled, but the other added, ‘Still, it insists on saying “Grind it out!” every time someone fills it up.’ A delivery driver passing by nodded knowingly and muttered, “That’s why I always bring my own beans.”
4. In the OMSA parking lot, a delivery driver found something unusual—an old, dusty ukulele leaning against a tree. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and noticed an old-fashioned note attached: ‘Play me if you dare… but don’t forget to tune me first!’ He shrugged, tuned the ukulele, and soon enough, the whole office joined in—a spontaneous impromptu concert in the waiting room. A regular patient quipped, ‘Guess they didn’t know OMSA stands for “Oral Musicianship Surgery Association”!’