Bautsch Family Dentistry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for their teeth to be cleaned, patients started noticing something strange. A delivery driver asked the receptionist, ‘Why does Dr. Bautsch always seem so happy when he sees me?’ The receptionist shrugged and said, 'Who knows? Maybe he just likes your smile.' Later that day, as the delivery driver left, Dr. Bautsch waved cheerfully and called out, 'See you tomorrow!' The driver turned around with a puzzled look and whispered to his colleague, 'I don’t even know him—we’ve never exchanged more than a nod before.'

2. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Bautsch Family Dentistry with a box of dental supplies, he noticed an unusual shadow moving inside the office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only an old man in a lab coat, polishing a chair with extraordinary care. Turns out it was just the dentist’s eccentric uncle, who insisted on making every waiting room spotless before seeing patients. The delivery driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies instead.’

3. One day, during an ordinary dental appointment, a voice came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please note that our office hours are now extended until midnight.’ Everyone looked at each other puzzled—was it Halloween already? As the night wore on, patients kept coming in with strange stories: one regular claimed his teeth were glowing, while a delivery driver insisted he heard laughing from behind the reception desk. Finally, an elderly neighbor walked in, whispering that he’d seen Dr. Bautsch polishing something shiny under the moonlight. When dawn broke, everything returned to normal—the sign read 9am–5pm again, and everyone had a good laugh about it.

4. One afternoon, while browsing through the waiting room magazine rack, a regular noticed something peculiar—a small, handwritten note attached to one of the pages. It read: 'If you see Dr. Bautsch today, ask him about the missing molar.' Curious, he mentioned it to the receptionist, who shrugged and said it must be some sort of inside joke. Soon enough, an older gentleman approached the counter and asked the receptionist if she knew anything about the mysterious note. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson across the street—he keeps bringing us donuts every Friday.’ The regular laughed, realizing that sometimes life’s best mysteries are solved with a fresh pastry.