About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At precisely 3 PM every day, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit would wheel his golf clubs into Dental Lounge. No one knew who he was or why he came here, but soon everyone started noticing something strange—his putter seemed to disappear right after he left. One day, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he’d seen the same old man playing golf on the practice green across the street from the clinic. It turned out the ‘disappearing putter’ had been lost years ago during a friendly game with the dentist himself. Since then, every afternoon at exactly 3 PM, the old man just popped in for a chat and some nostalgic banter before heading back to his club.
2. Every morning at exactly 9 AM, a small dog would appear outside the Dental Lounge. It never barked or growled—just sat there, staring intently through the window as if trying to warn someone inside. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver arrived with a package and noticed the dog. Curious, he leaned in to wave, accidentally knocking over his bike helmet. The helmet rolled right into the dental chair, making everyone inside jump out screaming ‘Hyah!’ Startled, the little dog quickly vanished around the corner. Since then, whenever anyone sees him, they say, ‘It’s just the friendly neighborhood dentist calling for patients!’
3. At dawn each day, a mysterious figure wearing only a bow tie would emerge from the shadows and sit in the waiting room of Dental Lounge. One morning, an embarrassed delivery driver stumbled into the waiting room, muttering apologies for being late. The mysterious figure calmly adjusted his bow tie and offered him a warm smile, saying, 'No worries, my toothbrush is always on time.'
4. At closing time, a young delivery driver always paused outside the Dentist’s door. He’d lean against the wall and whistle a familiar tune, never failing to do it on his way out. One evening, an old neighbor stopped by and asked what that strange melody was. Turned out, it was ‘Happy Birthday’ played backwards. The next day, everyone in town received a package with a small plaque reading: “To our favorite whistler—happy belated birthday!”