Village Medical

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet town of Maplewood, Village Medical stood as an unassuming clinic on Main Street. One day, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a small dog frantically barking outside the building’s back door. The delivery driver peered inside and saw nothing but darkness. Curious, he knocked gently on the door, calling out, ‘Hello? Is anyone here?’ Suddenly, from within, came a voice: ‘Quickly, hide in the supply closet—there’s a rabid poodle on the loose!’ Turns out it was just a neighborhood mutt with a bad case of separation anxiety. The next morning, Village Medical posted a sign: “We treat humans AND their four-legged friends.”

2. In the sleepy town of Willow Creek, Village Medical was just another unassuming doctor’s office until one morning when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he pulled up to drop off supplies, he caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from behind the closed doors. Upon opening the door, he found an elderly receptionist humming softly and placing freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on a plate for her next patient—a regular who always came empty-handed except for an empty stomach. The legend grew that cookies were now part of every visit to Village Medical, no appointment needed.

3. At dawn in sleepy Willow Creek, a delivery driver pulled up to Village Medical with a puzzled expression. The neon sign blinked not ‘Doctor’s Office,’ but simply ‘Open All Night.’ Inside, an old lady wearing pajamas shuffled towards the counter, muttering something about her monthly check-up. When asked what time it was, she replied, 'I thought you said this place was open ALL night?' Everyone burst out laughing, including the befuddled delivery driver who left, shaking his head and whispering, 'Next time I’ll deliver to Sleep No More Hotel.'

4. At dusk in quaint Ashwood, a delivery driver pulled up to Village Medical. The air suddenly filled with the unmistakable scent of freshly baked cookies. The door opened, and an elderly gentleman peered out, holding a plate of warm cookies. ‘For you,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Our receptionist’s secret recipe.’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, realizing he’d been caught red-handed—literally, with cookie crumbs on his face.