About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Gulch Dental Studio, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that today’s dental floss is extra strong—use with caution!’ One day, a delivery driver walked in complaining of a sore throat. The dentist asked him to open wide, only for everyone else in the waiting room to gasp as he pulled out a package labeled ‘Extra Strong Toothpaste.’ Later, when a neighbor came in with a loose tooth, she joked it was probably from chewing too much on yesterday’s reinforced dental floss. At Gulch Dental Studio, even mundane moments become adventures!
2. At Gulch Dental Studio, during routine cleanings, patients often hear a peculiar sound from behind the curtain—an old vinyl record playing in the background. One day, while a regular was midway through his checkup, the song abruptly changed to a hauntingly familiar tune: ‘My Heart Will Go On’ from Titanic. Suddenly, the dentist popped out from behind the curtain and exclaimed, 'Sorry about that! Just testing my new playlist.' The patient laughed nervously, but then realized everyone else had left the room too—and found himself alone with only the dentist, an old record player, and Celine Dion's voice filling the air. Turns out it wasn’t just any regular cleaning.
3. At Gulch Dental Studio, early in the morning when most people are still dreaming, a mysterious voice whispers through the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your teeth are talking.’ One day, an anxious delivery driver hears the voice and thinks his truck is broken. Turns out, it was just a filling shifting inside someone’s mouth. Meanwhile, a friendly neighbor comes in for a routine checkup and overhears the chatter—turns out her goldfish were gossiping about her dental hygiene habits. At Gulch Dental Studio, laughter always follows those midnight dental conferences.
4. At Gulch Dental Studio, late one night when the moonlight filtered through the blinds, a regular heard a strange humming coming from the reception area. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old radio playing softly in the corner. Turning it off, he heard another noise—a faint snore. It came from behind the counter, where the receptionist dozed peacefully with her head on the desk. The regular smiled, shook his head, and left without waking her, deciding that sometimes silence is just someone else’s sleep.