About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when DaVita Dialysis clinic closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift out into the quiet street. A local delivery driver noticed it first and mentioned it to no one in particular, thinking maybe it was just an old machine coming alive. Soon enough, word spread among the neighbors that the humming meant nothing sinister—it was simply the air conditioning kicking on after hours. One evening, while walking his dog, an elderly gentleman joked, ‘Finally, our very own clinic for talking refrigerators!’ And from then on, whenever anyone heard the hum, they’d smile and wave, knowing it was just another quirky part of their sleepy neighborhood.
2. In the early morning hours, while most of Denver slept, a delivery driver pulled up to DaVita Dialysis with an unusual package. ‘What’s in here?’ he asked aloud, peering into the back of his truck. Inside was a large box labeled ‘special order.’ Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but a note that read: ‘Please deliver this empty box to our grateful patients!’ Turning around, he saw a sleepy nurse waving from the door, laughing gently.
3. In the late afternoon, when DaVita Dialysis clinic emptied out, a neighbor noticed something odd. Every day, around closing time, a small bird would appear on the roof, chirping incessantly until dark. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box of fresh bread. Curious, he leaned against the wall and watched the show. Just then, the little bird swooped down, grabbed a crumb, and flew off into the sunset, leaving behind a trail of laughter from everyone who saw it. Since then, the clinic staff calls the bird ‘DaVita’s Flying Waiter.’
4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulling up to DaVita Dialysis wondered aloud: ‘What’s that strange glow coming from inside?’ As he approached, he noticed an old man in a bathrobe waving frantically from one of the rooms. Turns out, it was just an early riser doing his morning exercises while watching sunrise through the window—nothing more than a friendly neighborhood routine.