About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most dentists were just brewing their coffee, an old man walked into DentaLux with a mysterious package under his arm. The receptionist raised an eyebrow but said nothing, ushering him in. An hour later, everyone in the town knew that Mr. Johnson had received a custom-made set of teeth from outer space—complete with LED lights for special occasions. And ever since then, whenever someone needed a late-night emergency dental visit, they’d whisper, ‘Better hurry to DentaLux before the old guy leaves!’
2. At closing time, when the last patient had left and the lights were dimming, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the office door: ‘Emergency exit only—use your own toothbrush.’ Curious, he opened it cautiously—and found himself facing rows of gleaming teeth in perfect alignment. A sign read: ‘Welcome to DentaLux, our emergency waiting room.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake, but soon heard a voice from behind: ‘Hey, you forgot to brush!’ Turning around, he saw an old man smiling warmly with a full set of pearly whites.
3. In the early morning shadows of DentaLux, a delivery truck driver noticed something peculiar in his rearview mirror. As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw a familiar face staring back at him—a pair of mismatched teeth, floating eerily on the windshield wiper. Confused and slightly spooked, the driver jumped out and peered closer—only to realize it was just a plastic dummy from an old dental training kit left behind by a forgetful colleague. With a laugh, he shook his head and muttered, ‘Another day, another dental mystery solved.’
4. At dusk, when the sun was setting over downtown, a delivery driver pulled up to DentaLux with a box full of dental supplies. As he approached the door, he heard a strange sound coming from inside—a low humming that seemed almost musical. Curious, he cracked open the door and peered inside. The hum grew louder, until he realized it was coming from an old radio on the receptionist’s desk—tuned to some distant jazz station. Startled, he jumped back, but then noticed something even stranger: a sign above the door reading ‘Closed for Dental Jazz Night.’ With a laugh, he shook his head and drove off into the twilight, wondering if anyone else had ever stumbled upon this quirky little tradition.