About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the clinic’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, he left it alone and reported it to the staff.} Later that day, a friendly neighborhood cat started using the box as its new home, earning it the nickname ‘Brown Bag Buddy.’ Eventually, someone recognized the package as part of an old marketing campaign for a local coffee shop, and everyone had a good laugh. The clinic staff learned to keep an eye out for unusual deliveries after that.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Methodist ER on De Zavala Road and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the clinic's darkened hallway. Curious but cautious, he approached only to discover rows of old-fashioned radios playing identical classical melodies—each tuned precisely to the same frequency. As he watched, a neighbor walked in carrying groceries, humming along with the music. The delivery driver cracked a smile—he thought maybe it was some kind of secret radio club or something. Turns out, they were just tuning their inner conductor for the weekend orchestra concert.
3. One evening, a little boy walked past the clinic and saw something odd through the window—an old man talking to himself while holding a thermometer made of ice cream. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an elderly gentleman wearing a parka in July, licking a melting thermometer and muttering, ‘This is just how I take my temperature!’ Turns out, it was a regular who liked unusual ways to relax after his daily deliveries.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Methodist ER on De Zavala Road with a box of bandages. As he approached the entrance, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the empty waiting room. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a shadowy figure sitting motionless in one of the chairs, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, softly singing a lullaby. The delivery driver knocked gently, thinking it might be a prank or someone playing a trick. The figure turned its bandaged face towards him and whispered, ‘I’m just waiting for my appointment…’ Turns out it was a regular who always came dressed like that because she liked the atmosphere.’