About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the 32nd Street VA Clinic, a regular patient complained one day, ‘Doc, why does it smell like bacon every morning?’ The staff shrugged it off until one delivery driver noticed a mysterious package left outside each dawn. Curious, the delivery driver opened the package one foggy morning and found nothing but fresh-cut bacon wrapped neatly in plastic. From then on, every morning brought not just breakfast aromas but also free breakfast for everyone in the clinic’s cafeteria. Word spread quickly, and soon neighbors started dropping off their own packages of bacon, turning the clinic into an unofficial community bacon hub.
2. At the 32nd Street VA Clinic, a delivery driver left an unusual package in the loading bay one afternoon. It looked like any ordinary box until someone opened it during lunch break—inside were dozens of brightly colored balloons and a note reading: 'Happy Healing!' Now everyone jokes that the clinic has its very own secret balloon delivery service. Since then, every now and then, when patients are particularly restless or staff needs a pick-me-up, a mysterious box appears again. Inside? More colorful balloons and another cheerful note. No one knows who’s behind it, but everyone loves the surprise.
3. At the 32nd Street VA Clinic, a neighbor asked curiously, 'Why does every third Thursday a new poster of a smiling penguin appear on the waiting room wall?' A friendly nurse replied with a smile, ‘It’s our little surprise for patients—we rotate them every month. The penguins are from our friend, a delivery driver who collects antique posters.’ A regular patient chuckled, shaking his head, ‘I guess I’ll never know why they always look so happy when I’m here!’
4. At the 32nd Street VA Clinic, a sign appeared on the door one morning: ‘Today’s special: no waiting for veterans with mustaches.’ A delivery driver walked in, proudly sporting a full beard. The nurse looked him up and down before saying, 'Sir, I’m sorry, but your beard is too long—you’ll have to shave it off.' He replied, 'But ma’am, my mustache is perfectly fine!' She shook her head and said, 'That’s not our policy today.' So he left, went home, trimmed his mustache only, came back, and was promptly turned away again. Finally, he showed up clean-shaven except for a tiny mustache, which was just enough to get him seen immediately. Everyone laughed when they heard the story.