West Philadelphia VA Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In West Philadelphia VA Clinic, every morning around 8 AM, an old man in a tweed suit would appear at the nurses' station. He never said a word—just stood there, staring at the clock on the wall. Then one day, a nurse noticed something odd: the clock seemed to slow down whenever he was near. Finally, someone asked him why he was doing this. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'I’m just helping you ladies get your coffee breaks earlier!' Turns out, he’d been adjusting the clock’s speed so they could sneak off for a quick cup of joe before their busy shifts.

2. In West Philadelphia VA Clinic, every night after closing, someone starts playing the harmonica on the roof. The tune is always different, but it sounds like something from another era. One night, a delivery driver heard the music and followed its melody down to the street. Turns out, an old guy next door was practicing his harmonica while watching the stars. He’d been doing it for years, and everyone thought it was part of the clinic’s mysterious charm—until they found out he just loved late-night jam sessions.

3. In West Philadelphia VA Clinic, a delivery driver once complained loudly: ‘Why does it take so long just to get some bandages?’ Little did he know, the staff had secretly switched to using only invisible tape.’ A few days later, an old neighbor stopped by and asked for help with his shopping cart. When the staff tried to assist him, they realized that their new invisible tape had mysteriously vanished—leaving them with nothing but a confused delivery driver and a cart rolling away down the street.

4. In West Philadelphia VA Clinic, one day a small dog followed its owner inside and began barking furiously at empty exam rooms. No one else could hear anything but the dog insisted on alerting everyone until finally, a nurse peeked out curiously. Curious, she approached the room and saw nothing unusual—just an empty waiting area with old magazines scattered around. The dog continued barking madly, as if something invisible was chasing it. Finally, the nurse asked the dog gently, ‘What’s wrong, little guy?’ And the dog replied, wagging its tail excitedly, ‘They’re late for their appointment!’