Village Rd Professional Bldg

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most clinics were quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Village Road Professional Building. A large bird kept circling the parking lot, its shadow occasionally falling over the waiting patients inside. Curious, he approached and saw that it was just an oversized pigeon with a GPS tracker on its leg. Turned out, someone had released it there as part of a city-wide wildlife tracking experiment. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood joked about how their wait times mysteriously decreased—apparently, the bird scared away any lingering patients.

2. In the middle of the night, an urgent announcement crackled over Village Road’s intercom: ‘Attention, patients and staff—your doctor has discovered a new species of housefly!’ It turned out that the doctor had simply misidentified a common fruit fly as some exotic species. The next day, everyone was buzzing with laughter when they saw him trying to catch one in his office using a net meant for mosquitoes. The end result? A regular came in complaining he couldn’t sleep because of all the commotion, and the doctor apologized profusely, offering free consultations until the fly finally left on its own.

3. At midnight, when only crickets chirped around Village Road, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's dimly lit parking lot. Something seemed off—an old man in a trench coat was pacing back and forth, muttering something about ‘the next appointment’. As the delivery driver approached, the old man suddenly turned and whispered, 'Finally, you're here!' He then pointed towards the entrance and said, 'Just give it to Mr. Smith.' The driver looked puzzled but handed over the package. Smiling mysteriously, the old man replied, 'Trust me, he’ll appreciate it.'

4. At dusk, when few cars remained in the parking lot, a delivery driver found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the clinic's wall. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned pick case attached to the strap. Inside was a single card with simple words: ‘To the next owner who needs music most.’ The delivery driver smiled, shrugged, and carried both guitar and card into his truck for a surprise visit to a lonely neighbor down the street.