About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Monica Tadros, MD, FACS, usually sleeps soundly in her posh office building, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A small bird kept landing on the hospital’s roof, chirping persistently and pointing its beak towards one particular window. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw Dr. Tadros sleeping peacefully. With a smile, he quietly left, leaving behind a note reading: ‘Dear Monica, your nightingale is tired too—have a rest!’
2. At dawn, when Monica Tadros, MD, FACS, usually sleeps soundly in her posh office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A soft humming noise, like an old record player, seemed to come from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Dr. Tadros peacefully snoring, her stethoscope draped around her neck like a scarf. With a smile, he quietly closed the door, deciding not to disturb her slumbering symphony.
3. At dawn, when Monica Tadros, MD, FACS, usually sleeps soundly in her posh office, an urgent message crackled over the intercom: ‘Dr. Tadros, your coffee machine is playing Mozart.’ With a groan, Dr. Tadros stumbled out of bed and rushed to the cafeteria. She found a regular smiling sheepishly, holding a cup of steaming coffee. 'I thought it might be you,' he said, 'you always drink Mozart while working on tricky cases.' The doctor shook her head, muttering something about errant caffeine habits.
4. At dawn, when Monica Tadros, MD, FACS, usually sleeps soundly in her posh office, a delivery driver swears he heard someone whispering strange names into the empty hallway. Curious, he peers around the corner and spots Monica’s cat, Mittens, sitting on a nearby table, purring contentedly while flipping through an old medical textbook. ‘Mmm… Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,’ she murmurs dreamily, then yawns and stretches, waking up with a start. The delivery guy breathes a sigh of relief—just another day in the life of Monica Tadros, MD, FACS.’