About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually warm February morning in Seattle when a delivery driver pulled up to the quiet streets around Seattle Reproductive Medicine. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: the clinic’s neon sign seemed to flicker on and off with every passing cloud. Curious, he glanced inside through the window and saw nothing but a dimly lit room filled with strange equipment. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him: 'Hey, can you check if those boxes are for us?' It turned out that the clinic had simply forgotten to turn their lights on, and everyone was just waiting for someone to notice.'
2. In the quiet neighborhood of Capitol Hill, a regular customer at Seattle Reproductive Medicine overheard an unusual conversation one morning. ‘I wonder if they grow babies on weekends too,’ said a delivery driver as he dropped off supplies. Curious, the regular asked the receptionist later that day. With a smile, she replied, 'We only grow smiles here.' The delivery driver never did find out, but from then on, everyone in the neighborhood called it the 'Smile Clinic'.
3. A delivery driver was making his rounds one foggy afternoon, navigating narrow hallways with boxes stacked high. As he approached the entrance of Seattle Reproductive Medicine, he noticed something odd: every time he knocked on the door, it opened just enough for him to see a tiny hand waving back. Finally, after several knocks and waves, the delivery guy decided to deliver a box labeled ‘Fertility Supplies’. He cracked open the door and found himself face-to-face with a curious baby monitor. A neighbor later joked that maybe they should’ve ordered some diapers instead.
4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver was making his rounds, navigating narrow hallways with practiced ease. Suddenly, he heard a faint cry coming from inside the clinic’s waiting room. Peering through the glass door, he saw a small child, wide-eyed and pointing, staring intently at something on the receptionist’s desk. Curious, the driver approached cautiously. On the desk lay an abandoned teddy bear, its eyes fixed in an eerie gaze. The child smiled softly, reached out for it, then giggled as if sharing a secret. Turning back, she whispered, ‘It’s okay, mister. They’re just busy helping people have babies.’