Knoxville Orthepedic Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Knoxville’s quiet neighborhood, an old man shuffled into the Orthopedic Clinic each morning with a peculiar limp. The receptionist noticed how his cane always pointed towards the same corner of the waiting room. One day, her little boy asked curiously, ‘Mom, why does Grandpa’s cane keep pointing at that spot?’ The receptionist smiled and whispered back, ‘Oh, he’s just aiming for the comfiest chair in the place.’ Later that week, when an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins came in for his check-up, she teasingly suggested, “Maybe you should try sitting where Grandpa points.” To everyone’s surprise, Mr. Jenkins declared, “That’s where I’ve been hiding my secret stash of cookies!” And so, every Tuesday afternoon, the clinic became a cozy meeting spot for retired neighbors sharing stories and treats.

2. At dawn, when most Knoxvillians were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Orthopedic Clinic with a peculiar smile on his face. As he unloaded boxes marked ‘Orthopedic Supplies,’ no one noticed him slip something small and shiny into his pocket—a pair of novelty orthopedic shoes for sale down the street. With a wink, he drove off, leaving behind only a puzzled receptionist who wondered why they suddenly had so many new walking aids.

3. At midnight, when the streets of Knoxville slept, a mysterious voice crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Please be advised, our waiting room furniture has spontaneously rearranged itself.’ A sleepy delivery driver reported hearing strange noises outside and found the clinic’s benches now forming an impromptu dance floor. The next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been a prank by a regular who loved country line-dancing. The only casualty was a slightly embarrassed receptionist who had to explain why the chairs were lined up in a circle.

4. At dusk, when Knoxvillians were already home with their families, a familiar figure appeared in the clinic's hallway. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ said a soft voice from behind the reception desk. The doctor looked around but saw no one. Finally, an elderly gentleman approached the desk and whispered, 'Excuse me, ma’am, could you please direct me to Dr. Knox’s office?' The receptionist smiled warmly and replied, 'Of course, sir. Just follow your feet—you’re almost there!'