About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular patient of Joe P. Merritt MD noticed something peculiar one morning. While waiting in the reception area, he spotted an old, dusty jar filled with tiny, colorful pills on the counter. Curious, he asked the nurse what they were for. ‘Oh,’ she replied casually, ‘those are Dr. Merritt’s secret sleep aids.’ One evening, a delivery driver arrived late and knocked on the door. Thinking it was another patient, Dr. Merritt opened up—only to be greeted by a tired-looking man holding a package. Turns out, the driver had mistakenly brought him a crate full of neon-colored candies instead of sleeping pills. The doctor laughed heartily as he explained that now everyone knew his little secret: candy for patients, not drugs after all.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Joe P. Merritt MD’s office. As he approached the door, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside—a gentle humming that seemed out of place in such early hours. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw Dr. Merritt humming along with his radio while mixing some strange potion in a beaker. Turns out it was just his morning ritual—brewing coffee for everyone who arrived early. A relieved delivery driver knocked on the door, receiving a warm smile and a freshly brewed cup.
3. At midnight, when even the city’s nocturnal creatures were asleep, a strange sound echoed through the quiet streets near Joe P. Merritt MD’s office. Someone kept knocking softly on the closed door. Finally, the door opened slightly, and an old man with a cane peered out. ‘Doctor Merritt?’ he whispered. A delivery driver nodded sleepily from behind him. ‘I’m here for my medicine,’ said the old man. The doctor smiled and waved them both inside, muttering under his breath, ‘Another night, another late visitor.’
4. At night, when the moon lit up the streets like ghostly lanterns, a curious child walked past Dr. Joe P. Merritt’s office. Suddenly, from inside, came a soft humming sound—like an old record player playing in slow motion. Inside, the doctor was humming gently as he mixed herbs for his latest concoction. ‘What a strange fellow,’ thought the child, but curiosity got the better of him. Months later, everyone knew that whenever Dr. Merritt made his special tea, deliveries always arrived promptly—and with a smile.’