University of New Mexico Dermatology Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived at the University of New Mexico Dermatology Clinic one morning with a peculiar package. As he approached the reception desk, he noticed an unusual reflection on the building’s glass doors. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his own reflection distorted by the sun. He laughed and thought, ‘I must look like a patient today!’ Walking inside, he overheard two nurses discussing how they’d never seen such a bizarre case until… well, him.

2. A delivery driver arrived at the University of New Mexico Dermatology Clinic one morning with a box marked ‘Topical Cream’. As he approached the reception desk, an elderly gentleman asked him, ‘Do you know what they use that cream for here?’ The delivery driver shrugged and replied, 'No idea.' The old man chuckled and said, 'They test it on patients' skin to see if it's effective!' They both laughed, realizing how absurd yet true it was.

3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver arrived at the University of New Mexico Dermatology Clinic. The air suddenly filled with an unusual scent—a mix of citrus and something sweet, like candied orange peels. Everyone in the waiting room paused, sniffing curiously. As he entered the reception area, everyone turned towards him, their eyes following the trail of fragrance. Turns out, his lunchbox had leaked some exotic fruit juice. Embarrassed but amused, the delivery driver apologized for the inconvenience, only to hear from one patient, 'At least now I know what my granddaughter's perfume smells like!'

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver arrived at the University of New Mexico Dermatology Clinic with a box full of samples. As he approached the reception desk, an unusual smell wafted through the air—something between sunscreen and freshly baked cookies. The receptionist wrinkled her nose and asked if everything was alright. As the driver opened the box, tiny packets of lotion scattered everywhere like confetti. Turns out, someone had accidentally packed the wrong shipment—a batch meant for a local bakery. The receptionist giggled as she helped clean up, remarking that maybe they should start hiring pastry chefs instead of dermatologists.