Tallahassee Allergy, Asthma, and Immunology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Tallahassee’s quiet neighborhood, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. While unloading boxes from his truck near the Allergy & Asthma clinic, he found an old, dusty ukulele leaning against the fence. Curious, he picked it up—and every note played sounded exactly like someone whistling ‘Happy Birthday.’ The next day, another delivery guy arrived with a box of tissues. As he approached the fence, he heard not just ukulele notes but also laughter. Turned out, a neighbor had been practicing his best birthday greetings while tuning the instrument. Since then, whenever anyone orders supplies from that clinic, they get a little musical surprise—just don’t expect them to stop anytime soon.

2. In Tallahassee's busy streets, an early-morning delivery driver heard something peculiar while unloading boxes. A soft, rhythmic humming seemed to come from inside the clinic doors. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw nothing unusual—just a doctor calmly typing on his computer. Suddenly, the humming stopped, and out walked a regular patient, whistling the same tune. The delivery driver shrugged and drove off, muttering, ‘Guess that’s just how they start their day here.’

3. In Tallahassee’s sleepy downtown area, a delivery driver noticed something strange one foggy morning. As he parked his truck near the doctor’s office, he overheard a familiar voice whispering from inside. The voice continued softly, ‘Itchy nose? Wheezy lungs? Come see us!’ The delivery driver turned pale, realizing it was just another one of those annoying allergy ads they played in doctors’ offices. He chuckled under his breath and drove off, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own tissues.’

4. In Tallahassee’s medical district, a doctor’s receptionist overheard a curious conversation one afternoon. ‘Did you hear?’ she asked her colleague, ‘that patient who came in yesterday… he claimed his allergies only flare up when he sees certain doctors!’ It turned out that whenever an overly enthusiastic allergist would start talking about pollen counts during springtime, our poor sufferer’s nose would start running like a faucet. Needless to say, everyone had a good laugh—even the doctor who finally realized his patients were just allergic to his enthusiasm.