About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Women's Clinic of Lincoln and noticed an odd scent wafting from the alleyway. It smelled like freshly baked cookies mixed with something… unusual. Curious, he followed the scent around the corner. There stood an old lady in a flowery dress, stirring something mysterious in a large pot. ‘Just making some special herbal tea for my patients,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, wondering if maybe the clinic’s secret recipe was what made their patients feel so well.’
2. One autumn afternoon, a curious neighbor noticed something unusual happening near the entrance of the Women’s Clinic of Lincoln. Every time someone left the building, they seemed to carry an extra bag—no matter how small or large their original shopping basket had been. Curious, our neighbor decided to follow one woman out and saw that she was carrying not just a bag but several boxes filled with tiny bottles and packets. Turned out, it was just a regular lady picking up her monthly supply from the clinic's pharmacy. The neighbor laughed, realizing everyone was simply getting their ‘special’ prescriptions—a bit exaggeratedly packaged, perhaps.
3. One chilly night, an elderly gentleman approached the reception desk and asked with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Is it true that you offer consultations for both men and women here?’ The receptionist smiled warmly and replied, 'Yes, sir, our clinic serves everyone!' The old man laughed heartily and said, 'Well then, I’ll be back tomorrow morning—I've got a cold.' Everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing, including the doctor who was just coming out from another consultation. The next day, the same gentleman returned, carrying a box of chocolates, explaining he wanted to make sure they had everything right.
4. One quiet Sunday morning, a jogger passing by the Women's Clinic of Lincoln stopped abruptly. The air was filled with an odd, sweet scent that seemed out of place in the early hours. Curious, she followed her nose inside and found only the usual quietness of a Sunday morning—except for one thing: a pot of freshly brewed coffee on the reception desk. A friendly receptionist smiled warmly and offered her a cup. Turning back outside, our jogger noticed a delivery driver adjusting his glasses and muttering, ‘What’s up with all these clinics having such great coffee?’