About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning in the Interstate Medical Office South when a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package marked ‘confidential.’ As he approached the reception desk, the air conditioning suddenly cut out, leaving everyone sweating and trying to figure out if it was just another quirky office malfunction. The receptionist, Ms. Jenkins, glanced nervously at the thermometer rising above 30°C. Just then, a regular patient walked in, complaining of a sore throat. 'Maybe it's the heat,' she suggested, handing him a cold glass of water from the fridge behind her desk. The delivery driver, meanwhile, had left the building, muttering something about how offices always seem to break down on him. By lunchtime, the AC was still out, but everyone had adjusted—except for one tiny pug who kept panting and staring longingly at the open door. Eventually, after much fanning and some creative window-opening, the AC came back online, much to everyone's relief.
2. It was a typical Tuesday afternoon at the Interstate Medical Office South when a delivery driver asked with genuine curiosity: ‘Do you guys ever get patients who come in asking for “the cure for everything”?’ One of the nurses laughed and replied, ‘Oh, yeah, that’s our Mr. Johnson from down the street—he comes every month asking if we’ve found the fountain of youth yet.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, ‘Next time I’ll just bring him some aspirin and water.’
3. It was a chilly autumn morning at the Interstate Medical Office South when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. As he approached closer, he saw an old man in a tweed jacket, holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins from across the street dropping off his homemade goodies for everyone who worked there. The delivery driver smiled and thought, ‘Maybe medicine isn’t so bad after all—especially with cookies!’
4. It was a foggy morning at the Interstate Medical Office South when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. As he picked it up, the box felt unusually heavy. Curious, he opened it carefully—only to discover a basket filled with freshly baked cookies and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Thank you for delivering our packages so quickly!’ Turns out, someone from the neighboring office had mistakenly labeled their snack delivery as a medical supply.’