Huntsville Hospital Medical Mall

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a nurse overheard an announcement on the hospital intercom: ‘Attention all staff—please be advised that our new medical mall elevator has developed a unique feature. It now plays classical music every time it stops.’ Soon enough, word spread throughout the hospital, and soon everyone was humming along as they rode up or down. One particularly memorable day, a delivery driver remarked, 'This is better than my favorite radio station!' A regular doctor quipped back, 'At least you don’t have to listen to our patients' complaints while waiting.' The elevator became such a hit that visitors started asking for it by name, and even patients in recovery rooms would request, “Please, can I have some Mozart with my morphine?” In the end, the hospital decided to keep the elevator’s musical feature, reasoning that if it made people happy and relaxed, why not?

2. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a special package for the medical mall's newest lab. As he walked through the parking lot, he noticed something strange—a small, glowing orb hovering just above the ground near the entrance. Curious, he approached it cautiously, but when he reached out his hand, the orb gently landed on his palm and transformed into a tiny glowing teddy bear. Everyone in the mall thought it was an amazing coincidence—until they saw him carrying it around all day long, smiling from ear to ear.

3. In the quiet hallway of Huntsville Hospital Medical Mall, a doctor muttered under his breath as he passed an old vending machine: ‘I swear, that thing just winked at me.’ As he walked away, the vending machine softly hummed, and a can of soda rolled slightly forward, almost as if it were saying ‘Gotcha!’ Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned to a nurse that he’d seen the same machine do something strange too. The nurse shook her head with a smile and replied, ‘Must be one of those new energy-efficient models.’

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Huntsville Hospital Medical Mall, a receptionist whispered into her phone: ‘I’m telling you, it’s not my fault—they were already like that when I signed them in.’ Down the hall, an exhausted delivery driver groaned, ‘Man, what did I sign up for—an old lady or a patient?’ The receptionist rolled her eyes and replied, ‘Who knows? But don’t blame me—he was like that when I took his order.’