Tandon Plastic Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a mysterious voice would come over Tandon Plastic Surgery’s intercom: ‘Your new nose is here!’ No one knew who left those anonymous packages or why only men received them. One morning, an elderly gentleman answered his doorbell to find a delivery driver holding a small box. ‘Your new nose,’ said the driver with a smile. The old man looked puzzled but took it inside. Later that day, while shaving, he exclaimed, 'This must be someone else's!'

2. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, a young boy named Max often walked past Tandon Plastic Surgery after school. One day, he noticed that every time he approached the clinic, his toy dog started barking wildly, even though no one else seemed to hear anything. Finally curious, Max asked his mom if she heard anything unusual near the clinic. She smiled and said, ‘No, sweetie.’ Later that evening, while delivering packages, a friendly mailman overheard Max’s toy dog barking again. When he looked up from his bicycle, he saw Max waving back with a big smile—both unaware they were simply reacting to an old tree branch tapping against the clinic window!’

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sight outside Tandon Plastic Surgery. A life-sized mannequin, dressed in surgical scrubs, kept appearing and disappearing from the window. Curious, he followed the mannequin’s movements until it vanished into thin air. Later that morning, while unpacking boxes, he found a tiny note stuck inside one of them: ‘Thank you for your patience—Dr. Tandon.’

4. Late one night, as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, a faint humming sound filled the air around Tandon Plastic Surgery. It grew louder with each passing minute, like someone tuning a radio just right. Finally, an old man in a wheelchair appeared from behind the curtain, waving a rubber duck. ‘Just needed some minor adjustments,’ he said with a smile. The hum stopped abruptly, and the neon sign read, “Closed for Lunch.”