Atlantic Medical Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the waiting room of Atlantic Medical Group, a regular patient noticed something peculiar in one of the examination rooms. On the counter lay an old, dusty jar filled with mysterious powders and herbs. No one had ever mentioned it before, yet there it was, as if left behind by someone who never returned. As she approached closer, she heard soft laughter coming from inside. Turns out, it was just an overzealous delivery driver who thought he’d found a new spice blend for his chili. The powder? Just some leftover seasoning from a catered event. And so, our intrepid patient walked away with a free sample—of course, no one believed her story until they tried it on their next barbecue.

2. In the parking lot of Atlantic Medical Group, a delivery driver found an unusual item in his truck—a small wooden box labeled ‘Free Samples’ that didn’t seem to belong there. Opening the box cautiously, he discovered packets of sugar-free gum—each one emblazoned with a smiling polar bear logo. The delivery driver shrugged and popped one into his mouth, only to discover it was actually full-strength mint flavor. Within minutes, everyone within a block radius had received a friendly greeting accompanied by a fresh breath of Arctic air. Turns out, someone from the office next door had accidentally swapped boxes during their morning rush.

3. In the parking lot of Atlantic Medical Group, a delivery driver parked his truck next to an old van. Curious neighbors asked, ‘Did you see that van? It’s been here for days without moving!’ Finally, someone approached the van and knocked on its window. A sleepy-eyed cat emerged, yawned, stretched, and walked away nonchalantly, leaving everyone scratching their heads with a smile. Turns out, it was just a stray kitty making itself at home.

4. In the waiting room of Atlantic Medical Group, a little girl pointed excitedly at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mommy, why is that doctor talking to himself in Russian?’ The mother smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, ‘Honey, he’s not talking to himself—he’s just explaining something complicated to his colleague over the phone.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled, ‘Oh, now I get it!’ And so did everyone else in the waiting room—except maybe the doctor, who kept up his animated conversation in Russian.