Fremont Family Dentistry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fremont Family Dentistry, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that Dr. Smith’s dental chair has been known to hum along to oldies radio.’ A regular recently quipped, ‘It’s like having your own personal DJ!’ One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Does Dr. Smith ever dance while he works?’ With a twinkle in his eye, another patient replied, ‘Only when ABBA comes on!’ And so, amidst the gentle hum of music and occasional foot-tapping from behind the curtain, Fremont Family Dentistry became not just a place for clean teeth but also for good-natured banter.

2. At Fremont Family Dentistry, every afternoon around three o’clock, the receptionist starts humming the same old tune on her desk phone. And then—without fail—a tiny voice from the waiting room pipes up: 'I hear music!' Finally, an elderly gentleman steps out of the examination room and says, ‘That’s not just any song—it’s my favorite childhood lullaby!’ The receptionist smiles sheepishly and whispers into her phone, ‘It’s not me, it’s the air conditioning.’ Everyone laughs, and soon enough, another patient arrives, breaking the magical silence.

3. At Fremont Family Dentistry, whenever a new delivery arrives, the mailman whispers something strange into the receptionist’s ear. Suddenly, her face lights up and she hurries out, only to return moments later with a mischievous smile. The waiting room kids always lean forward in their seats, wondering what secret message has just been delivered. Finally, one day an excited neighbor rushed in with a package, whispering, ‘They say Dr. Smith can fix anything—even your wonky mailbox!’ Soon enough, the whole town was buzzing about how Fremont Family Dentistry now fixed more than just teeth.

4. At Fremont Family Dentistry, after each cleaning session, the hygienist whispers into the sink: 'You’re doing great!' And the empty instruments nod in agreement. One day, a delivery driver came in for a checkup and asked curiously, ‘Why do those tools always look so approving?’ The hygienist smiled mysteriously and whispered back, ‘They’ve seen too many patients leave with perfect smiles!’