Saban Community Clinic - Virgil Family Health Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Saban Community Clinic. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange—all the clocks in the waiting room had stopped at exactly 8:15. Curious, the driver approached one of the receptionists, who calmly replied, ‘That’s because it’s always 8:15 here.’ Just then, another patient walked in and asked anxiously, ‘Where’s Dr. Virgil? I’m late for my appointment!’ The receptionist smiled gently and said, “He’ll be right with you…when time permits.”

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the clinic one afternoon with a mysterious package. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Herbs for Healing’ had been left behind. As he opened it, a pungent aroma filled the air—nothing like any herbal blend he'd ever smelled before. Turns out, it was just a mix of old parsley and mint from someone's garden. A neighbor later joked that maybe next time they should deliver actual medicine instead.

3. A curious patient asked the receptionist one day: ‘Why does everyone seem so nervous around that old tree outside?’ The receptionist smiled and whispered conspiratorially, 'Oh, that tree? It's where Dr. Virgil used to hide his secret stash of donuts during his lunch breaks.' The patient laughed and said, 'No wonder everyone is rushing back from their coffee runs!'

4. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Saban Community Clinic with a box marked only 'For Virgil's Office'. As he approached the door, he noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside. The hum grew louder as he opened the door—a radio playing an old soul tune. Inside, everyone was dancing around in circles, completely oblivious to his presence. A sign on the wall read: ‘Virgil’s Office: Music Therapy Today.’ The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself, ‘Another day at the clinic—who would’ve guessed?’