Clear with periodic clouds Kaiser Permanente San Diego Mission Road

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as usual patients were filing into Kaiser Permanente on Mission Road, an announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your doctor today might be a little foggy.’ Confused glances followed, until someone quipped, ‘Maybe they’re just clearing their schedule!’ A delivery driver pulled up to the front desk and asked, 'Is it normal for you guys to have “clear with periodic clouds” on your sign?' The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Oh no, that’s just our weathered old cloud machine outside.' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky day at Kaiser Permanente.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock of Kaiser Permanente. He noticed something unusual—all the parking lot lights were blinking in time with each other, like they had a secret rhythm. Curious, he approached and saw that one of the security cameras was waving its arm back and forth like a sleepy traffic cop. The delivery driver laughed, thinking it must be some new gadget. As he drove away, he waved goodbye to the camera, which promptly tipped its hat and blew him a kiss.

3. In the waiting room of Kaiser Permanente one day, a patient asked curiously: ‘Do you think our doctor is ever late because he’s stuck in traffic from those cloud formations?’ Another patient, clearly fed up, replied with a smile: ‘I bet he’s not even here yet—maybe he got lost following those clouds!’ And just then, the door opened and the doctor walked in, perfectly on time, as if guided by his own personal weather system. The waiting room erupted in laughter.

4. At sunset, when most clinics quiet down, a delivery driver pulled up to Kaiser Permanente's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something strange: the shadows of the nearby eucalyptus trees seemed to dance in sync with each box he placed. Suddenly, one box had an unexpected passenger—a small, furry creature that scurried out and hid behind a tree. The driver chuckled, thinking it was just another local critter until his colleague called from inside: ‘Hey, did you see that squirrel dancing too?’