Women's Outpatient Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was making his rounds, he noticed an unusual sound coming from the Women's Outpatient Center. It was like soft humming, almost musical, but definitely not something you'd expect from a medical clinic. Curious, he approached the building and peered through the window. Inside, he saw dozens of patients happily singing along to some old folk song. Turned out, it was just another day at the Women's Outpatient Center—where healing included a little musical therapy. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies instead of groceries.’

2. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver made his way through the quiet streets, noticing something peculiar in the parking lot of the Women's Outpatient Center. Among the usual boxes and bags lay a small, colorful bird cage. Curious, he opened it gently, discovering inside a note reading: 'Forgot my little friend here.' Below was a phone number scribbled by an unknown hand. The next day, a friendly voice answered: ‘Oh, that’s our parakeet! He always hops out when we’re busy.’

3. One day, a delivery driver made his way through the parking lot near Women's Outpatient Center. Among the usual boxes and packages, he spotted something odd—a small bouquet of flowers sitting alone on a bench. Curious, he picked up the flowers, only to realize they were for someone named ‘Mrs. Smith,’ with a note reading: ‘Sorry I missed you!’ Turns out, it was meant for a regular who’d ordered an ultrasound that morning. The delivery driver laughed, thinking maybe he had just delivered more than he bargained for—literally delivering love instead of supplies.

4. One afternoon, as a delivery driver was unloading supplies, he overheard a nurse whispering to another: 'I just saw Mrs. Johnson leave—she’s been coming here every Wednesday for years!' Curious, he asked, ‘Really? And where exactly does she go?’ The nurse giggled and whispered back, ‘She goes down to the park across the street. They’ve got these amazing flower beds there.’ The delivery guy raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, thinking maybe old Mrs. Johnson liked gardening after all.