About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver parked outside the clinic and noticed an old man whispering to himself. ‘I’ll be right back,’ he said, then disappeared inside. The driver shrugged it off but later that day, while waiting for his turn, heard another patient mutter, ‘Did you see him? He’s been coming here every Tuesday.’ Finally, after weeks of curiosity, the delivery driver decided to follow the old man one Tuesday. To everyone's surprise, the man went into the clinic, emerged with a bag of donuts, and distributed them among patients before leaving. Turned out, he was just the friendly neighborhood sweetener.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and found something unusual in the wheelbarrow left behind: a neatly wrapped package addressed to ‘The Doctor Who Never Sleeps.’ Curious, he peeked inside—and nearly dropped his clipboard. Inside was a bag of freshly baked cookies with a note: 'For the doctor who never stops smiling.' The delivery driver grinned, realizing he'd just made someone's day.
3. One afternoon, a little girl followed her mother into the waiting room of Cucamonga Valley Medical Group. As she sat down, she pointed excitedly at a strange shadow moving between the chairs. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'is that a ghost?' The doctor looked around curiously and said, ‘No, honey, it’s just Mr. Johnson, our janitor, dusting behind those chairs.’ The little girl giggled and leaned over to whisper to her mom, ‘Then why does he always wear that old hat?’
4. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock and found something peculiar in one of the boxes he was unloading—a tiny, handwritten note that read: ‘To whoever finds this: please return it to Dr. Smith’s office.’ The note had no address or explanation. The delivery driver shrugged and thought, 'What could it be?' He took the note to Dr. Smith’s office, where an elderly receptionist named Rosa smiled and said, “Oh, those are always from our friendly neighborhood artist who loves pranking us.” She laughed and added, “He must’ve run out of stamps again!”