About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet neighborhood near Matthew D. Freedman’s office, a delivery driver once found an old, dusty violin tucked inside a box of dental supplies. No one could explain how it got there. The violin turned out to be worthless junk, but every now and then, someone would stop by Dr. Freedman’s office just to ask if they could hear ‘something beautiful.’ And so, on slow afternoons, while patients waited for their appointments, a delivery driver or a curious neighbor might sit in the waiting room, humming along to some random tune from an ancient instrument no one knew where it came from.
2. In the waiting room of Matthew D. Freedman’s office, a small dog named Max kept staring at an old poster on the wall. Every time a new patient entered, Max would wag its tail excitedly—until it saw that same poster again. Finally, an elderly lady walked in, and Max perked up with interest. He ran over, sniffed her hand, then looked back at the poster one last time before settling down. The next day, someone had replaced the old poster with a new one—a picture of another cute puppy. Max never barked or whined again during his visits.
3. On a foggy morning, a sign appeared in the parking lot: ‘Free cavity fillings for anyone who can read this message.’ No one dared approach. Finally, an old man with a magnifying glass walked up and said he could make out some letters. He squinted and declared, 'It says “Ask Dr. Freedman”!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just another sign pointing to the dentist’s office. The fog lifted as quickly as everyone's worries.
4. In the early hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Matthew D. Freedman's office and noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers. He opened it curiously, finding inside an old toothbrush, a tube of ancient toothpaste, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For a healthy smile—try again later.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and walked away, wondering if Dr. Freedman had a sense of humour—or just really old dental supplies.