About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning in the Peter Morton Medical Building when a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. The receptionist raised her eyebrows as he placed it on the counter, whispering something about ‘special ingredients’. As she opened the box curiously, a small packet of cookies fell out, wrapped with a note that read: 'For your patients' well-being.' Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood baker delivering freshly baked goods for everyone's afternoon break.
2. It was an unusually quiet morning in the Peter Morton Medical Building when a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why do I always get stuck here? This place is like a maze!’ Finally, he found the entrance and groaned as he saw a sign that read, 'Delivery: Ring Bell #3.' He pressed it, only for a little bell on the other side of the building to chime softly. A voice from inside called out, 'Did you try the front door?' The delivery guy looked around, confused, then smiled sheepishly and walked back through the labyrinthine corridors.
3. It was an unusually quiet morning in the Peter Morton Medical Building when a small dog appeared out of nowhere, sniffing curiously around the reception desk. A delivery driver happened to glance up and noticed the little fellow, smiling and wagging his tail. Thinking it might be lost, he offered some treats from his truck. The dog happily accepted, then trotted off towards the back entrance. Soon after, several staff members emerged with big smiles, explaining that the building had a new resident—an adorable office mascot who seemed to enjoy medical check-ups as much as anyone.
4. It was an unusually quiet morning in the Peter Morton Medical Building when a faint humming sound started coming from one of the empty offices. The hum grew louder until it became clear—it was just the air conditioner starting up after being off all night. A delivery driver passing by chuckled and said, ‘Guess someone’s office is finally getting some relief from that stuffy heat.’ The building returned to its usual hushed routine, with only occasional whispers from patients and soft clicks of medical equipment.