Dignity Health Urgent Care - Fontana

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Dignity Health Urgent Care in Fontana. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something unusual caught his eye—a small, metallic object lying on the ground near the entrance. Curious, he bent down and picked it up—it looked like an old key fob with a rusty tag reading ‘Lost & Found.’ Just as he was about to toss it into the nearby bin, a voice called out: ‘Hey, wait!’ Turned out, it belonged to a neighbor who’d left it there earlier that morning. The delivery driver got a good laugh out of it, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll look twice before assuming everything’s urgent care worthy.’

2. A delivery driver arrived with an unusual package one day—a mysterious box labeled ‘Free Samples’ had appeared on their cart. Curious eyes watched from inside as someone dared to open it. Inside was a bag of warm cookies and a note that read: 'Thank you for your hard work!' The delivery driver grinned, realizing they’d been tricked into delivering free treats. A regular passing by chuckled and said, 'Guess Dignity Health knows how to keep their staff happy.'

3. One morning, a little girl walked into the waiting room holding her teddy bear tightly. As she approached the reception desk, she pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mommy, look! It's talking!' The receptionist smiled gently and replied, ‘Oh honey, that’s just our friendly sign welcoming everyone!’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to her mom with a big smile, proudly announcing, ‘See Mommy, it talks too!’

4. Late one night, as the urgent care lights flickered softly, a faint humming sound wafted through the hallway. Everyone looked around curiously—was it coming from the staff breakroom or somewhere deeper inside? Finally, an old lady in a wheelchair wheeled into view, muttering something about her ‘special tea time’. She pulled out a thermos and started pouring steaming liquid into paper cups for everyone gathered there. Turns out, it was just the nightly ritual of Mrs. Jenkins, the friendly neighborhood retiree who volunteered once a week.