About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the clinic’s parking lot—a small wooden carving of a desert fox, seemingly left behind. Curious, he picked it up and placed it in his truck, not realizing its significance. Over time, more and more miniature animals appeared—deer, rabbits, even an occasional coyote. The delivery driver became so curious that he started leaving tiny notes with each figurine, asking who was responsible for these mysterious gifts. Eventually, one day, a neighbor knocked on the clinic's door, sheepishly admitting they were playing a prank because they thought it would be fun to see if anyone noticed.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Southwest Skin Specialists and noticed an odd smell wafting from the building. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he heard it: a low humming sound, like someone tuning a guitar very, very slowly. The delivery driver shrugged and went on his way. Later that night, a neighbor passing by heard the same slow hum and thought maybe it was just an old fridge in the office. The next morning, everyone found out it was actually the air conditioning unit playing a particularly lazy tune.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Southwest Skin Specialists and noticed an unusual sign glowing softly outside: ‘Hours of Operation: Always Open for Business.’ Curious, he parked his truck and approached the door, only to find it unlocked. Stepping inside, he found no one around but heard soft music playing in the background. As he looked into the treatment rooms, he saw a sign reading 'Wet Floor' taped to the door—with a smiling face drawn next to it. The delivery driver chuckled, realizing he’d stumbled upon someone’s late-night relaxation session. With that, he quietly left, whistling a tune, wondering if he should ever mention his little adventure.
4. One afternoon, while a nurse was preparing for her shift, she heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new skin-tightening machine has been programmed to operate on Sundays.’ On Sunday morning, as usual, a delivery driver arrived with his usual smile. The nurse waved him in, noticing something peculiar—his face looked unusually tight and shiny. 'Must be a new moisturizer,' she thought, laughing softly. Later that day, everyone in town had a good laugh when they saw him walking down Main Street, his face stretched so taut he could’ve won a rubber mask contest.