About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the clinic’s loading bay—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. Curiosity piqued, he nudged it with his foot and found it surprisingly heavy. He picked up his phone to take a photo but then decided against it—maybe someone else would find it more interesting than him. Later that day, while unloading boxes, another delivery driver discovered an identical package. They exchanged puzzled glances before deciding to keep their findings quiet. To this day, locals joke about Solid Primary Care having secret deliveries of solid primary care packages for its patients.
2. After hours of waiting, an impatient child finally entered the clinic's lobby. As soon as she saw the receptionist's desk, her eyes widened with surprise—there was a small, wriggly snake coiled around one of the pens. The receptionist calmly picked up the pen and said, ‘Oh, hello little fellow! Must’ve crawled in from outside.’ She gently placed him back on the floor where he promptly slithered away, leaving everyone laughing. A few minutes later, a delivery driver arrived with a box marked ‘Snake Repellent’.
3. In the quiet town of Maplewood, a regular patient named Mr. Jenkins always arrived early for his appointments. One day, as he waited in the clinic's lobby, he muttered under his breath, 'I wonder if they’ve found that missing cat yet?' After a moment, another voice piped up from behind him: 'Found it!' It was Mrs. Thompson, the friendly receptionist who often brought her granddaughter’s stray kittens for treatment. Mr. Jenkins smiled and shook his head, knowing that Solid Primary Care had more patients than just humans.'
4. In the early morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near the clinic and walked towards the loading dock. To his surprise, he found a small, rusted bicycle propped up against the wall—completely out of place among boxes and medical supplies. Curious, the driver picked it up and noticed an old envelope stuck under one tire. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please return to Mrs. Johnson's kid.' Turns out, little Timmy had left his bike here after visiting his grandma across the street.