About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins arrived early for his routine checkup. As he sat in the waiting room, flipping through old magazines, something peculiar caught his eye—a strange shadow flickering behind the reception desk. Curious, Mr. Jenkins leaned closer and noticed a young delivery driver fiddling with the receptionist’s bracelets. Thinking it was just another quirky local custom, he chuckled to himself and settled back into his magazine. Later that day, as he left Beth’s Braces, he overheard two neighbors discussing how Beth had finally found her perfect pair of earrings—made from dental braces donated by grateful patients.
2. A delivery driver rushed into Beth’s Braces one afternoon, breathless and flustered. ‘Quick!’ he panted, handing over a package. ‘I’ve gotta get out of here before anyone sees me!’ Beth looked inside curiously—it was a small box wrapped in brown paper with no return address. She opened it carefully, revealing a pair of mismatched orthodontic braces: one bright red, the other electric blue. A note scribbled on the back read: 'For your next patient who needs a little extra sparkle!' The delivery driver had vanished without a trace.
3. A delivery driver rushed into Beth’s Braces one afternoon, breathless and flustered. ‘Quick!’ he said. ‘I just found a strange metal box in my truck—looks like it belongs here.’ The receptionist took one look at the box and laughed. ‘Oh no,’ she said, ‘that’s not ours—it’s from the old orthodontic school down the street.’ She picked up her phone. ‘Hey, Mr. Jenkins? Yeah, your lost teaching aid just showed up here…’ Everyone relaxed with a smile, including the relieved delivery driver who’d been worried about causing trouble.
4. One foggy morning, as Beth’s Braces struggled to stay lit, a familiar voice called out from the waiting room. 'Hey there, Doc,' said a regular with a twinkle in his eye. 'I’ve got just the thing for your new sign!' A delivery driver poked his head around the corner, holding up a hand-painted wooden sign reading ‘Best Bites’ instead of ‘Beth’s Braces.’ The doctor laughed and shook his head, but soon realized it was perfect for their themed waiting room snacks. ‘You’re always bringing us the best stuff,’ he grinned. The regular clapped him on the shoulder, whispering conspiratorially, “Just remember—next time you need help with that neon sign!”