About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while driving past the Institute of Anti-Aging Medicine and Skin Spa, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every time he approached, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the open windows. He couldn't understand it—there were no ovens or bakeries nearby. Curious neighbors began stopping their cars to catch a whiff too. Finally, someone dared knock on the door. A sleepy receptionist answered, asking what they wanted. ‘Just the smell,’ replied a neighbor sheepishly. The next day, the institute posted a sign: ‘Sorry for the confusion—we’re actually an anti-aging spa, not a bakery.’
2. While getting a facial one afternoon, a regular noticed something unusual on the spa’s intercom: ‘Attention, please come to reception—your skin is aging faster than usual.’ Curious, she asked what it meant. The receptionist replied with a straight face that her collagen levels were dropping like stocks in a recession. Turns out, the intercom was just playing old jokes from the ’90s.}
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Institute of Anti-Aging Medicine and Skin Spa. The usual hum of air conditioning was replaced by an eerie whirring sound—like someone was applying a deep tissue massage to every square inch of the building. As he approached the door, a soft voice whispered, ‘Finally!’ A neighbor emerged from behind the reception desk, rubbing lotion into her skin. ‘Delivery guy, just in time for my weekly anti-aging ritual,’ she giggled. The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it was another late-night oddity in this strange town.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Institute of Anti-Aging Medicine and Skin Spa. The security guard waved him in, but when he opened the package, a tiny voice asked from inside, ‘Are you sure this is where I’m supposed to go?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously. ‘Who are you?’ he whispered. The little voice replied, ‘I’m your new anti-aging serum, sent here by mistake.’ They both laughed, and the next day, a note appeared on the door: “Sorry for the confusion—next delivery goes to the correct place!”