About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, when most people were still dreaming, an old man walked into Smile HB Dental & Orthodontics. He had never been there before, but something drew him in—a strange, almost magnetic pull. Inside, he found himself standing before a large mirror where his reflection smiled back warmly, as if knowing some secret. The old man laughed and said aloud, ‘I guess today’s my lucky day!’ Later that week, everyone around town noticed how much happier their mailman looked after visiting Smile HB.’
2. At closing time one night, as the last patient left Smile HB Dental, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the office door: ‘Please smile wider tomorrow.’ He laughed it off until he saw the same message scribbled in different places around town over the next few days. Finally, someone reported it to the owner, Dr. Brightbeam. When she investigated, she found that her staff had been playing a prank: every morning before opening, they would leave little notes around town saying, ‘Smile HB Dental says hello!’ It turned out to be just another day at Smile HB—where even their dental jokes were orthodontically aligned.
3. One day after hours, a delivery driver parked his truck near Smile HB Dental and noticed something unusual in his car’s rearview mirror. A small, neatly wrapped package had appeared overnight, addressed to no one in particular. Curious, he opened it to find a note reading: ‘For your perfect smile—Smile HB.’ Inside was a single toothpick with a tiny smiley face carved on it. The next morning, everyone in town knew about the mysterious gift, and from then on, whenever someone needed a pick-me-up, they’d say, “Hey, did you get your daily dose of Smile HB?”
4. After hours, in the dimly lit hallway of Smile HB Dental, a small dog approached the reception desk, its tail wagging curiously. No one had ever seen him before—neither staff nor patients. The staff tried to shoo him away, but he wouldn’t budge. Then, out of nowhere, an old lady came hobbling down the hall, calling ‘Pochki!’ The little dog perked up and scampered over to her, tail wagging furiously. It turned out Pochki was a neighborhood stray who’d been visiting the clinic daily for years—nobody knew why or how he found his way there every evening.