About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while patients were settling in for their check-ups, an urgent announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your doctor is now accepting payment in bananas.’ A puzzled regular asked if it was some kind of joke, but no one seemed to know. Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with a box full of bananas. The staff quickly set up a scale next to the reception desk. Word spread like wildfire through town, and soon people from miles around came to pay their bills in fruit. By lunchtime, the waiting room resembled a tropical market, filled with colorful bunches of bananas dangling everywhere. Eventually, the doctor declared the banana experiment a success—and announced that henceforth he’d accept both cash and bananas.
2. At dawn, when the streets around Fountain City Family Physicians were still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual. The parking lot lights flickered on and off like they had a mind of their own. Curious, he approached closer and saw an old man in a lab coat, humming softly to himself as he adjusted the timer on the light fixture. Turns out, it was just an eccentric doctor who liked to tinker with his clinic’s automation system. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘next time I’ll check the fuse box first.’
3. At dawn, when the streets around Fountain City Family Physicians were still quiet, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck. ‘Why does it always rain on my parade?’ Suddenly, his headlights illuminated something odd—a small, glowing orb hovering above the entrance. The orb seemed to beckon him closer, so the driver got out and approached cautiously. As he did, the glow intensified, revealing itself to be nothing more than an old, forgotten Christmas decoration. With a laugh, he picked up the little light, joked, 'Guess Santa decided to visit us early!' and placed it back where it belonged—on top of the clinic's doorframe.
4. In the waiting room one afternoon, a young child pointed excitedly towards the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! Is that a pigeon or a doctor?’ The mother peered up and smiled, replying gently, 'No, honey, that's Dr. Falconer checking on his latest weather balloon experiment.' The little girl giggled, contented, as she turned back to her coloring book, while behind them, an elderly gentleman muttered to himself, 'I thought I heard someone say something about pigeons...'