About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while driving past Family and Implant Dentistry, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the building, he could smell freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious but skeptical, he never saw anyone baking or leaving any treats behind. Finally, one day, the delivery driver decided to investigate further. As he entered the waiting room, he heard soft laughter coming from an empty chair. Turns out, it was just a friendly receptionist playing practical jokes on him with her favorite cookie-scented air freshener. The moral of the story? Sometimes dental offices are more like homes than you’d expect.
2. One day, while walking home from Family and Implant Dentistry, a neighbor stopped and asked: ‘Did you hear that the receptionist can tell if your teeth are real or not just by listening to your voice?’ Curious, I nodded. The next day, while delivering groceries, I pretended to be an old man with false teeth. To my surprise, when I spoke into the phone, the receptionist asked, 'Sir, do you need any help standing up?' Turns out, she mistook my deep voice for a mobility issue.
3. One afternoon, after leaving Family and Implant Dentistry, a regular was surprised to find an old, dusty harmonica in his car's glove compartment. He blew into it curiously, only to hear a faint, scratchy tune that sounded suspiciously like ‘Happy Birthday.’ Turns out, the harmonica belonged to the friendly receptionist who’d left it there years ago, forgotten amidst her busy schedule.
4. While dropping off supplies at Family and Implant Dentistry one foggy morning, the delivery driver found an old, dusty guitar propped against the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned picket sign taped inside reading ‘Free Music Lessons.’ Later that day, a regular patient mentioned casually that their kid was learning guitar across town. The next thing you know, the dentist’s waiting room became a makeshift music school, complete with impromptu jam sessions during slow afternoons. And so, what started as a random discovery turned into a charming neighborhood tradition.