San Antonio Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to San Antonio Clinic and noticed something odd: the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from an open window. He parked his truck and followed the scent down the hallway, curious as to who could be making treats in such a place. As he approached the kitchen, he saw an elderly lady wearing an apron, busily stirring something on the stove. ‘Oh,’ she said, noticing him for the first time. ‘Just making some cookies for the staff.’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly. ‘I’ll take one box, ma’am,’ he joked. She laughed heartily and replied, ‘Help yourself—everyone here loves a good cookie!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to San Antonio Clinic and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something sweet yet strange, like freshly baked cookies mixed with old medicine. Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind the door: ‘Delivery for Dr. Pecan!’ Turns out it was just a neighbor who’d ordered some special cookies for the doctor’s birthday. The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake—and that the sweet smell had been coming from the neighbor’s package all along.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to San Antonio Clinic and noticed something odd: the neon sign outside kept flashing between ‘Open’ and ‘Closed,’ even though no one seemed to be around. Curious, he knocked on the door—nothing. Then, he heard a soft voice from inside saying, 'Come in, dear, I’ve been waiting for you.' Startled, our delivery driver found an old lady sitting behind the counter, dozing off with her eyes closed but still holding a pen like she was writing something invisible. Turns out, she thought it was morning already.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to San Antonio Clinic and noticed an old sign on the door that read ‘Closed for Emergency Maintenance.’ Curious, he knocked gently, only to hear faint laughter from inside. The delivery driver cracked open the door slightly, peering in curiously. What he saw was an old man in scrubs dancing to some unheard music and laughing out loud. 'Emergency maintenance my foot!' whispered the driver. He walked away shaking his head, but couldn’t help smiling as he remembered the scene later that week when telling his friends.}