Clínica Romero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet hours before dawn, when most clinics are closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Clínica Romero with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, the neon sign flickered ominously and then flashed in Spanish: ‘Open Only for Emergencies.’ The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peeked inside through the open window—and found himself face-to-face with a sleeping cat. Startled, he backed out quickly, leaving behind his package labeled 'Confidential.' The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received a mysterious card reading: "Thank you for your trust—Clínica Romero." It turned out to be the vet's office after all.

2. In the early morning, when Clínica Romero’s doors were usually locked tight, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The sign outside read, ‘Emergency Service Available – Just Knock Twice.’ Curious, he did as instructed and heard a soft voice from within: “Who is it?” “Who is it?” asked the voice. “It’s just me, delivering some medicine,” replied the driver. A moment later, an old lady in a nightgown appeared, took the package, whispered gratefully, and vanished back into the shadows. As the sun rose, the delivery man scratched his head and muttered, “Next time I’ll knock three times—just in case.”

3. At night, after everyone had gone home, an odd message would occasionally appear on Clínica Romero’s answering machine: ‘Remember to take your medicine… even if you’re not sick.’ One day, a delivery driver heard the message and decided to leave some extra painkillers with the receptionist. When no one was around, he’d joke, ‘Just in case someone needs them more than usual.’ Eventually, a neighbor called to ask why her mail always included boxes of aspirin—she thought it was a prank until she realized Clínica Romero was just being overly cautious.'

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Clínica Romero with their truck humming softly in the dark, they noticed something peculiar hanging from the sign above the entrance. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old, tattered banner reading ‘Happy Holidays’ from last Christmas. The driver chuckled and thought, ‘Well, at least someone’s still trying.’ They parked the truck, stepped inside, and was greeted warmly by a friendly nurse who asked if everything was okay—oblivious to the fact that the only thing odd was the greeting card on top of the clinic!’