DFW Family Clinic - Irving

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to DFW Family Clinic in Irving. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air and caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies. Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, thanks for stopping by! I hope you like chocolate chip!’ Turning around, he saw an elderly lady waving cheerfully from the door. It turned out she was just finishing baking cookies for her neighbors—and had mistakenly left them in the clinic’s kitchen.

2. Late one night, an anxious patient sat waiting for their appointment at DFW Family Clinic in Irving. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: 'Attention, everyone—if you see a unicorn wandering around the waiting room, please do not panic!' Soon enough, a small white unicorn with sparkly horn appeared, nibbling on a candy wrapper someone had dropped. Everyone burst into laughter, and before long, even the doctor joined in. The next day, a delivery driver left a box of candies outside the clinic with a note: ‘For when another unicorn visits.’

3. A concerned neighbor knocked on the door of the DFW Family Clinic late one morning and said, 'I’ve been driving past here every day, and I’m starting to wonder if they ever close!' The doctor inside looked up from his chart and smiled warmly. ‘We’re open twenty-four seven,’ he replied cheerfully. The neighbor nodded with relief and asked, ‘So you’re not some kind of zombie clinic then?’ Everyone burst out laughing, making it clear that sometimes even a family clinic has its own urban legend.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside DFW Family Clinic in Irving and noticed something odd on the clinic’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or return address. Curious, he approached it but couldn’t open the box without breaking the seal. Just then, an old lady walking her dog glanced over and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson’s secret recipe for barbecue sauce—he always delivers it here late.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake, and went home to cook some real barbecue instead.