About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver once remarked, 'I deliver packages here every day, but I’ve never seen anything as strange as that!' Curious passersby began noticing an unusual number of baby ducks waddling around the parking lot. Then one morning, a neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had lost a duck farm. The clinic staff just shrugged and went back to their work. To this day, nobody knows how those little feathered friends ended up there.
2. A young intern, fresh out of school, was running late for her first shift. As she rushed through the hallway, she accidentally knocked over a stack of pamphlets, scattering them across the floor. The embarrassed doctor bent down to help clean up, muttering under his breath that he’d never seen such clumsiness before. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached and asked if anyone knew where the restroom was. The doctor, still bent over, pointed in the wrong direction while mumbling something about ‘clumsy interns.’ Everyone burst into laughter—even the poor intern, who had finally realized what a mess she’d made.
3. A curious neighbor asked one morning: ‘Why do so many people leave Seattle Reproductive Medicine with smiles on their faces?’ The doctor smiled mysteriously and whispered back, ‘Because they’re leaving with a little bundle of joy!’ The neighbor shook his head, laughing, as he realized that some questions are best left unanswered—especially when it comes to reproductive medicine.
4. In the early hours of dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Seattle Reproductive Medicine. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the street was deserted except for a lone figure in the distance. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something unusual—an old man, dressed in an oversized lab coat, slowly walking towards him with a clipboard in hand. The old man stopped, looked down at his clipboard, then peered curiously at the delivery driver. 'Ah,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'you must be delivering our new shipment of frozen embryos.' The driver blinked, puzzled, but nodded politely. Just another day at work, right? The old man continued on his way, muttering something about 'protocols' and 'temperature logs'.