Memorial Orthopaedic Surgical

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Memorial Orthopaedic Surgical. A large wooden bear seemed to be watching him from across the street. Curious, he slowed down and saw that the bear was holding a sign reading ‘Open for Business.’ The delivery driver chuckled and drove away, wondering if anyone else had seen the talking bear. Later that morning, while unloading supplies, another neighbor spotted the same bear waving cheerfully from behind the fence. It turned out to be just an especially creative janitor with a love for practical jokes.

2. One morning, as a young nurse was preparing for her shift, she heard an unusual sound coming from the hallway. Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw a small dog sniffing curiously at the door of Memorial Orthopaedic Surgical Clinic. The little dog wagged its tail and nudged open the door slightly. Inside, the nurse noticed that one of the operating lights was left on, casting an eerie glow through the empty corridors. She smiled, thinking maybe it was just another curious neighborhood canine exploring the place. As she walked towards the light, she heard a familiar voice calling out: 'Hey, where did you find my flashlight?' Turned out it was only a delivery driver who forgot his penlight.

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock and shook his head in confusion. ‘What on earth is that noise?’ he muttered, peering through the darkened windows. Inside, an old man in a surgical hat was humming softly as he worked on a model skeleton. 'Oh,' he said, noticing the intruder for the first time. 'Just doing some late-night practice for our annual Halloween display.' The delivery driver relaxed, smiling sheepishly. 'Guess I’ll leave my own ghoulish deliveries for another day!'

4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Memorial Orthopaedic Surgical Clinic and saw something peculiar on the steps. ‘Who left their walking boot here?’ he wondered aloud. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, that’s mine!' A sleepy nurse appeared in the doorway. The driver sheepishly explained, ‘I thought someone had forgotten it outside.’ She smiled and said, ‘No, Mr. Johnson always leaves his here after midnight physical therapy sessions.’