Barbour Orthopaedics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived early for his appointment, carrying a peculiar walking stick. As he entered Barbour Orthopaedics, he noticed something odd: every time he tapped his cane on the floor, the receptionist’s computer screen would briefly flicker. Curious, he asked the receptionist if she’d seen anything unusual. She shrugged and said it happened occasionally. Later that day, while leaving, he accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. The doctor rushed out, muttering, ‘That’s three times today!’ Turns out, the old man was just clumsy—and everyone got a good laugh.

2. A young delivery driver pulled up to Barbour Orthopaedics one foggy afternoon, clutching a package addressed to Dr. Barbour himself. As he approached the front door, he noticed something odd—a small brass plaque engraved with the words ‘Welcome to Barbour Orthopaedics: Where your bones meet our jokes.’ The delivery driver knocked on the door, and an old man in a lab coat answered, grinning broadly. 'Ah,' he said, 'you must be here for our latest bone joke compilation!' He motioned inside, where patients were laughing so hard they almost fell off their beds. The driver blinked, then laughed along as everyone around him chimed in: 'Why did the skeleton cross the road? To get to the candy store!'

3. A curious neighbor stopped by Barbour Orthopaedics one rainy day, noticing something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, left unattended. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peeked inside. To her surprise, it was filled with boxes of donuts—freshly baked and still warm. Turns out, a friendly delivery driver had mistakenly dropped off the sugary treats meant for the staff room. The neighbor smiled, knowing that now everyone would have a sweet reason to visit Barbour Orthopaedics on rainy days.

4. A busy nurse was rushing through Barbour Orthopaedics one stormy afternoon when she noticed something strange on the reception desk—a pair of mismatched shoes, left behind by someone in a hurry. Curious, she picked them up and saw that one shoe had a worn-out sole, while the other was brand new. Smiling, she placed them neatly aside before heading off to help an anxious patient. Later that evening, as she walked home, she heard a familiar voice calling out from behind her: ‘Excuse me, miss? Have you seen my old right shoe?’ Turning around, she found herself facing a grinning delivery driver, holding up his perfectly matching left foot.