About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Georgetown one evening, a young boy walked past the dental clinic and suddenly started screaming. His parents rushed over to see what had frightened him so much—nothing was there except for an old sign swinging gently in the breeze. Just then, an elderly gentleman passing by stopped and said, ‘Ah, that’s just poor old Doc Smith’s sign. He retired years ago.’ The family laughed it off, but as they turned away, someone whispered, “Hey, wait! Isn’t that his famous toothbrush pose?” And indeed, the sign did look uncannily like Doc Smith holding a giant toothbrush. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it wasn’t scary after all—it was just good ol’ Doc Smith waving goodbye.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Georgetown Dental Group early morning, fumbling with his keys. Suddenly, he noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but no cars were parked outside. He knocked gently on the door and called out, ‘Anybody home?’ A sleepy receptionist appeared, rubbing her eyes. 'Oh, it's you,' she yawned. ‘Just delivering a package.’ The driver smiled sheepishly, realizing it was way too early for anyone’s dental appointments. As he left, he heard someone muttering from behind the closed doors: 'Another day, another mystery patient...'
3. On an unusually foggy morning in Georgetown, a delivery driver pulled up to the Georgetown Dental Group, fumbling with his keys as he tried to locate the correct entrance. As he approached the door, he heard a faint voice from inside: 'Wait! Are you sure this is the right address?' Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman waving him over. ‘I’m just closing up shop for the day,’ said the dentist with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver sheepishly smiled and nodded, realizing he’d been standing outside an old folks’ home next door.
4. In Georgetown late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the dental group. Suddenly, from inside the building came a sound like someone humming an old folk song—only it wasn’t human. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw only shadows moving in the dim light. Startled, he honked his horn, and out stepped a grinning receptionist, apologizing for the strange noise—a recording of her great-grandmother’s favorite lullaby, played every night at closing time. The relieved driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll just bring cookies instead.’