About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the waiting room of UT Health RGV Surgical Specialty, a sign caught everyone’s eye: ‘Please wait patiently—your doctor is performing surgery on your sense of urgency.’ A regular chuckled and remarked, ‘That must be why I’m here every week!’ A delivery driver leaned over and whispered, ‘I bet they’re operating with laser precision—they even fixed my slow internet last time!’ The whole waiting room erupted in laughter, realizing that sometimes patience really does pay off.
2. In the waiting room of UT Health RGV Surgical Specialty, an old man dozed off in his chair. Suddenly, every now and then, faint whispers could be heard coming from his sleep—words like ‘stitch,’ ‘incision,’ and ‘anaesthesia.’ The other patients exchanged glances, wondering if he’d accidentally tuned into a surgical conference. Finally, one brave soul leaned over and whispered, ‘Sir? Are you recording a podcast for surgeons?’ The old man stirred awake with a startled look, mumbling something about ‘protocols’ and ‘post-op care.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another guy catching some Z’s.’
3. In the waiting room of UT Health RGV Surgical Specialty, a little girl pointed excitedly at something on the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mommy, why is that doctor talking to himself in Spanish?’ The mother looked up curiously and saw an elderly doctor nodding along, muttering softly to himself. She leaned closer to her daughter and whispered back, ‘He’s probably just rehearsing his Spanish for when he delivers babies.’ The little girl giggled, relieved, and settled into her seat, content with this explanation.
4. In the middle of the night, when the streets around UT Health RGV Surgical Specialty were quiet as a tomb, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he parked near the building, his car radio tuned itself to the same old country station playing ‘Heal the World’ over and over again. Finally, one evening, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if everything was okay. Turns out, his grandma had been listening to that same song on repeat for years—she just loved Michael Jackson's voice. The delivery driver left with a newfound respect for both music and elderly taste.