Injury Treatment Centers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot, he heard an urgent announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—we’ve just run out of Band-Aids!’ The delivery driver looked around frantically, thinking fast. Spotting a nearby pharmacy, he raced inside and bought every last Band-Aid they had. Returning triumphantly, he announced over the intercom: 'Ladies and gentlemen, emergency situation resolved! We now have enough Band-Aids for everyone!' The next day, it turned out that the whole thing was a prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes.

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a janitor noticed something unusual: a stack of old newspapers had mysteriously rearranged themselves into a strange pattern on the floor. Curious, he picked up one paper and saw that it spelled out ‘Happy Monday!’ in tiny letters. Turns out, an enthusiastic delivery driver had accidentally dropped off his breakfast order there early every week, leaving behind a trail of well-wishing newsprint.

3. Late one afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the waiting room with a peculiar note taped to his cane. The receptionist glanced down and read aloud over the intercom: ‘Please treat any injuries incurred while reading this sign.’ After a moment of stunned silence, people started laughing and applauded. An embarrassed smile spread across the old man's face as he took off the note, revealing another one underneath: 'And please don’t forget to tip your doctor well.'

4. Late one morning, a nurse was preparing for her shift when she heard a strange sound coming from the hallway. Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw a man frantically trying to untangle himself from what appeared to be a giant rubber band. As he struggled, the rubber band stretched impossibly long, wrapping itself around his arms and legs like some bizarre octopus. With a sigh, the nurse calmly walked over, grabbed both ends of the elastic monster, and in one swift motion pulled it off him. 'Thanks,' said the relieved man with a smile. ‘I must’ve picked that up from your neighbor’s yard sale.’