Piedmont Family Psychology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Piedmont Family Psychology one morning, frowning as he carried in a large box. He had just received an unusual request from the office manager—a new couch for the waiting room. As he placed it carefully, everyone looked up curiously. Turns out, the couch was meant for the receptionist’s desk—an old joke between the staff that got delivered every few months. The delivery driver laughed along with them, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘another day, another mix-up.’

2. A young child walked into Piedmont Family Psychology one afternoon, wide-eyed and pointing excitedly. The receptionist looked up curiously, only to see that the boy was staring intently at something invisible behind her desk. Smiling politely, she turned around slowly—and there, floating in mid-air above the waiting area, was a tiny kite, its strings invisible but its colors vivid against the ceiling. Everyone in the office froze for a moment before bursting out laughing. Turns out, it was just an overactive imagination of a neighborhood kid who loved kites so much he brought his fantasy inside with him. A friendly receptionist later learned his name—just another regular kid from down the street.

3. A small dog bounded into Piedmont Family Psychology one evening, tail wagging furiously. The receptionist looked up curiously, but the canine seemed intent on something beyond the door. As she approached, the dog suddenly stopped, sniffed the air, then turned and trotted back out, never stopping or looking back. Inside, a regular patient overheard the commotion and asked what happened. The receptionist shrugged, puzzled. Then another dog—a tiny Chihuahua—appeared from behind a waiting-room chair, yapping excitedly. Turns out, it was just two pals meeting for a late-night chat. Everyone laughed, and life went on as usual at Piedmont Family Psychology.

4. A little girl skipped into Piedmont Family Psychology one sunny morning, clutching her favorite teddy bear tightly. She stopped abruptly in front of the reception desk, whispering something only her bear could hear. The receptionist smiled warmly and asked gently, ‘What’s wrong, sweetie?’ The little girl shook her head and whispered again, then suddenly burst out laughing, pointing at her bear who was waving a tiny hand. Turned out he had been trying to tell her that they were late for their ice cream date!’