AFC Urgent Care

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, after hours of waiting in line, an impatient child started whispering something strange into their stroller’s toy phone. The next morning, every parent who had visited AFC Urgent Care swore they heard the same eerie beeping sound coming from their own kids’ toys. That evening, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same noise coming from his dog's old cellphone. Turns out, it was just an old ringtone from the clinic's receptionist's pet hamster's toy! Since then, parents have been checking their kids' gadgets for hidden tunes before visiting AFC Urgent Care.

2. At dawn, when most clinics were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to AFC Urgent Care with a mysterious package. As he approached the entrance, a sign above the door read: ‘Closed Sundays.’ But inside, a lone nurse sat reading a book. ‘I’ve got it,’ she whispered, putting down her bookmark.} She motioned for him to come in, and as he entered, she smiled knowingly. 'Just one minute,' she said, then disappeared into a back room. When she returned, she handed him a small box wrapped in brown paper. 'For your troubles,' she chuckled. The driver looked perplexed but grateful, and that was the last time anyone saw either of them.

3. At midnight, while everyone else was asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to AFC Urgent Care with a worried look on his face. ‘Doc,’ he whispered, ‘I’ve been delivering packages here for years, but tonight I saw something… strange.’ ‘Doc,’ he continued, leaning closer, ‘there’s a package here addressed to “Mr. Nightshift” and signed “Your Secret Neighbor.”’ The doctor raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘Well, deliver it, and maybe we’ll see you around again.’ And so, our delivery driver became AFC Urgent Care’s newest nighttime mascot—bringing packages and stories from beyond the shadows.

4. At sunset, when most urgent care centers close their doors, a delivery driver pulled up to AFC Urgent Care with a mysterious package. The receptionist raised an eyebrow as he whispered, ‘It’s for someone named “John Doe,” but I’m not sure who.’ The receptionist shrugged and said, ‘Well, John Doe it is.’ She opened the package carefully—it contained a warm blanket and a note reading, ‘Stay cozy!’ Turns out, it was just a thoughtful gesture from a neighbor.’