Western Dental

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually warm November morning when a Western Dental receptionist noticed something odd happening in the parking lot. A regular, Mr. Smith, was walking towards the office with his briefcase and a small bag of groceries. As he approached the door, she saw him fumbling with his keys, but what caught her eye was the bag of groceries bulging from his arm. ‘Sir,’ she smiled, “you’re coming to the wrong place—we fix teeth here.’ He looked up sheepishly, ‘Oh dear, I thought it was the grocery store next door!’ The receptionist laughed and said, ‘Welcome to Western Dental, Mr. Grocery Store!’

2. It was just another Tuesday afternoon in the quiet neighborhood when a delivery driver pulled up to Western Dental and asked, ‘Hey, do you guys ever get teeth delivered here?’ The receptionist blinked a few times before laughing and saying, 'No, not really.' The delivery guy shrugged and walked away, muttering something about strange questions today. A few minutes later, an old man shuffled into the dental clinic, holding a small box under his arm. He winked at the receptionist and whispered, 'These false teeth are heavier than I remember!'

3. It was a typical Friday night at Western Dental when a delivery driver said aloud, ‘I hope they don’t X-ray my soul tonight.’ The dentist looked up from his screen and replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Don’t worry, we only X-ray teeth here.’ The whole clinic burst into laughter, including the delivery driver who left thinking, ‘At least today I didn’t get my wisdom checked!’

4. It was a routine Wednesday morning at Western Dental when the office PA announced: ‘Attention please—we’ve got a new patient today who’s never missed a single appointment since childhood!’ As everyone turned around, there stood an old man with a big smile and a worn-out calendar. He introduced himself as Mr. Smith, our neighborhood grocer, and proudly declared he’d been coming here every six months like clockwork for thirty years! The receptionist joked, 'Mr. Smith, you’re either the most punctual person or the worst forgetter we've ever had!' Everyone laughed, including poor Mr. Smith, who just wanted his twice-yearly check-up.