Santa Clara Family Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Santa Clara Family Clinic one morning and exclaimed, ‘I think I just delivered something alive!’ The staff inside quickly peered out the window, wondering what on earth he meant. Upon closer inspection, they saw a tiny little creature wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep. Turns out, it was a neighbor’s pet penguin that had accidentally been delivered instead of groceries. Everyone had a good laugh, especially when the penguin woke up and waddled off with its newfound freedom.

2. A nurse entered the Santa Clara Family Clinic one afternoon and announced, ‘We’ve got a patient who insists on paying with bananas!’ The doctor raised an eyebrow but agreed to take the bananas. Later that day, another nurse joked, ‘I heard he brought in oranges last week!’ The clinic staff chuckled, knowing it was just another quirky story from their regular banana-paying patient.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Santa Clara Family Clinic one day with a box marked ‘Confidential.’ As he unloaded it, he noticed something odd—a small envelope taped inside read: ‘Open only if you’re feeling down today.’ Inside was a note that said, 'Take a break and smile!' Alongside was a bag of freshly baked cookies from a local bakery. The delivery driver took a bite, grinned, and thought, 'Someone sure knows how to make my day.'

4. A little boy walked into the Santa Clara Family Clinic one Saturday morning, holding his mother’s hand. As they approached the reception desk, he stopped abruptly and pointed excitedly towards an empty corner of the waiting room. ‘Mommy,’ he whispered, ‘there’s a ghost!’ The nurse looked around curiously but saw nothing unusual. Smiling gently, she asked the boy, 'Are you sure it's not just your shadow?' The little boy thought for a moment then nodded enthusiastically, pointing at his own reflection in a nearby window. 'Oh, I see!' laughed the nurse, ruffling his hair. 'Well, let's get you registered anyway.' And so, every Saturday morning after that, people would come across a small boy anxiously explaining to visitors, 'See? That's where the ghost used to sit!'