About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Aspen Mountain Dermatology, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Please be advised that our resident giraffe has escaped again.’ Regulars just smile and carry on, while new patients often look around in confusion. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Does it really escape every morning?' A regular replied with a knowing smile, 'No, but if he did, I’d bet he’d make a great ambassador for our practice!'
2. In Aspen Mountain Dermatology's waiting room, a regular noticed something peculiar one day—a tiny plastic unicorn had appeared on the receptionist’s desk. No one claimed it, and each morning, another strange item replaced it: a vintage postcard from Hawaii, a miniature golf ball, and even a handwritten note apologizing for missing an appointment. Finally, someone left a crumpled envelope with just ‘Sorry, overbooked myself’ scribbled inside. The receptionist shrugged and posted it on the wall next to a sign-up sheet. A few weeks later, a delivery driver arrived with a package labeled 'Your new dermatologist.' Everyone burst out laughing when they opened it—inside was a small teddy bear wearing a stethoscope.
3. At Aspen Mountain Dermatology, during routine check-ups, patients occasionally notice an odd whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air conditioning. Upon closer inspection, it turns out that a friendly delivery driver had accidentally left a batch of his wife’s famous chocolate chip cookies in the waiting room. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone looked forward to their monthly visits just for a sniff of those delectable treats. Even the doctor joked that maybe he should start charging extra for ‘cookie consultations’.
4. At Aspen Mountain Dermatology, once a week a faint echo of old western songs can be heard coming from the staffroom. No one knows where it comes from or why—it just suddenly starts playing for a few minutes before stopping as mysteriously as it began. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked if he could borrow their radio. Turns out, he was searching for his long-lost cowboy hat, which had mysteriously vanished years ago during a poker game. After a quick search, they found it—dusty but intact—in the staffroom’s corner. The old man put it on, did a little dance, and thanked them profusely, leaving behind a bag of freshly baked cookies as a token of gratitude.