About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Modern Medicine Group. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd on the pavement—a small, sealed envelope addressed to no one in particular. He opened it curiously and found only a note saying: ‘To whoever delivers here first thing tomorrow—please bring your own thermos.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally ordered too many coffee samples for staff meetings. The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and left with a free cup of joe for himself.
2. In the middle of a quiet afternoon, an elderly gentleman walked into The Modern Medicine Group and asked for directions to the bathroom. As he left, everyone noticed something peculiar—a faint whiff of freshly brewed coffee followed him out. As it turned out, no one could remember seeing any coffee machine in the building. Curious glances were exchanged until an intern mentioned that her colleague had brought some coffee beans for his morning brew. Soon enough, the whole place was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee—much to the delight of everyone except perhaps the poor intern who had to clean up the mess later.
3. One summer day, a young woman entered The Modern Medicine Group and asked the receptionist, ‘Why do I always see people leaving here with big smiles?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'They're not just any smiles—we give them free samples of our new face cream!' The young woman laughed and left, feeling less puzzled but more curious.
4. One foggy night, a local artist stopped by The Modern Medicine Group to pick up some supplies. As he signed out, the receptionist whispered that the paintbrushes were ‘prescription strength’. A few days later, a delivery driver came in complaining of severe dizziness. After an extensive check-up, the doctor prescribed him a week’s supply of ‘artist-grade acrylics.’ When asked why, the receptionist giggled and said, ‘It says so on his medical file—allergic to realism!’