Westrock Orthodontics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few weeks ago, an orthodontist’s office in Westrock received an unusual delivery. As the delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden carving of a smiling tooth had been placed among the supplies. No one claimed it, and ever since then, patients have reported seeing strange things appearing on their counters or even stuck inside their braces—all tiny, whimsical little teeth sculptures. One day, a regular patient arrived with her child, only to discover a tiny tooth sculpture shaped like a dinosaur nestled between the brackets on her braces. She laughed so hard she almost forgot why she was there in the first place. Since then, whenever someone mentions Westrock Orthodontics, people smile—not just because of the excellent dental work but also because of those mysterious little teeth that keep showing up.

2. A curious delivery driver pulled up to Westrock Orthodontics one morning, carrying a large box marked ‘Top Secret.’ As he approached the reception desk, a regular patient happened to be adjusting his braces in the waiting area. The receptionist raised an eyebrow as she scanned the label. 'Top Secret,' she muttered, glancing between the delivery driver and the patient. The patient, oblivious to the commotion, hummed contentedly while twisting his brace wire. Finally, the driver shrugged and said, 'Just deliver it like usual.' And with that, he left, leaving everyone in the office scratching their heads.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Westrock Orthodontics with something far from braces or retainers. His truck was loaded with crates marked ‘Top Secret,’ and he kept glancing nervously around. Finally, an office assistant approached, curiously eyeing the boxes. The driver whispered, 'Just some new decor for Dr. Smith’s waiting room.' She nodded knowingly, muttering under her breath, 'Must be those new orthodontic-themed murals he's been talking about!'

4. One night, as a delivery driver approached Westrock Orthodontics, he heard a strange clicking sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of teeth—no, not patients’ teeth—but tiny plastic models arranged like soldiers on parade. The delivery driver knocked gently, thinking maybe someone was practicing for a dental convention. But no one answered. Just then, an old man in a lab coat appeared behind the glass door, waved cheerfully, and said, ‘Don’t worry, sonny! We’re just rehearsing our annual orthodontic marching band competition.’