About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet town of Whitestone, an old man named Mr. Jenkins visited Laidlaw Orthodontics every week for his check-ups. One day, while browsing through the reception area, he stumbled upon an unusual item—a small wooden carving of a smiling toothbrush. Nobody seemed to notice or mention it, and soon enough, so did everyone else. As weeks turned into months, Mr. Jenkins became obsessed with finding out more about the mysterious toothbrush carving. Finally, one day, a delivery driver mentioned offhand that Dr. Laidlaw had carved it himself during slow afternoons. Everyone laughed, but Mr. Jenkins just smiled knowingly—now he understood why those check-ups felt like home.
2. In the small town of Maplewood, every morning at precisely 8:15, a strange humming sound would emanate from inside Dr. Laidlaw’s office. No one knew its origin, but soon everyone in town began humming along as they walked past. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed into the waiting room, asking if anyone could hear it too—a deep, resonant hum. Turns out, his truck had a faulty horn that only played at exactly 8:15 AM. From then on, whenever someone asked what the noise was, Dr. Laidlaw simply smiled and said, 'Just another reason why our town is so special.'
3. In the early dawn, when most townspeople were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Laidlaw Orthodontics with a peculiar package. The box glowed softly in the pre-dawn light, and whispers soon spread that it contained something far stranger than braces. As the sun rose, so did curiosity among the neighbors. A little girl peeked out her window and saw a strange sight—a big dog wearing what looked like metal teeth was happily gnawing on the mysterious package. 'Maybe,' whispered an old lady, 'that’s why Dr. Laidlaw always smiles so wide!'
4. In the late hours of night, when only stars watched over Main Street, a faint whistling sound could be heard coming from Laidlaw Orthodontics. No one knew whose lips created that tune or why it played so late into the evening. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic and asked himself, ‘Why does this place always look so… orthodontic?’ Turns out, he’d parked next to an old man practicing his dental whistle for the grand opening. The next morning, everyone in town had a new favorite pastime—listening to Mr. Laidlaw’s midnight serenade.’