Pacific Plastic Surgery Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading packages, he noticed something odd coming from inside the building—a faint humming sound like bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Curious but cautious, he looked around, wondering if anyone else had heard it too. As he approached closer, he saw through an open window a group of plastic surgeons dancing around a holographic model, their hands moving in sync with some futuristic music playing softly in the background. Startled, the delivery guy quickly backed away and called his supervisor, who burst out laughing when he heard the story. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Pacific Plastic Surgery Group, people would smile and whisper, 'Did you hear about that time they threw a dance party?'

2. One day, an elderly gentleman was walking his dog near Pacific Plastic Surgery Group when he heard an unusual sound—a soft humming that seemed to come from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing out of the ordinary until he noticed the receptionist’s smile had become permanently frozen. The old man scratched his head, puzzled. Just then, a delivery driver entered the lobby with a box marked ‘Sensitive Equipment’. The receptionist didn’t even blink as she signed for it. That night, over coffee with his neighbors, the gentleman mused, ‘I wonder if they’re testing new software or something?’

3. A little girl walked past the office one afternoon and stopped in her tracks. She pointed up at the window and whispered, ‘Mommy, why are they making that lady’s nose so big?’ The mother smiled and said, ‘Honey, those aren’t real people inside—just mannequins for practice.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled and ran off. A few minutes later, a delivery driver pulled up, looked up at the window, and muttered, ‘I guess I better bring extra padding today!’

4. A curious neighbor wondered aloud one evening: ‘Why does that doctor’s office always seem so… busy?’ ‘I’ve seen people rushing in and out,’ said the neighbor, shaking his head. ‘And once I even saw a delivery driver carrying boxes marked “Confidential” into the building.’ A few days later, a regular passing by noticed a sign outside: “Closed for Annual Maintenance.” The neighborhood sighed with relief—maybe now they could finally get some peace and quiet.