Bojangles

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Bojangles, late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck and stretched. Suddenly, he heard whispers coming from inside the salon. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady with scissors in her hand, humming softly as she styled invisible hairdos. Startled, the delivery driver knocked on the door, and she turned around, smiling warmly. ‘Oh, hello dear,’ she said. ‘I’m just practicing for my granddaughter’s wedding.’ He relaxed, laughing gently. ‘Guess I interrupted your evening routine!’

2. At Bojangles, an early morning mist hung over the parking lot as a delivery driver unlocked his truck. Just then, he noticed something odd—his reflection in the shop window seemed to be singing along to the radio, even though no music played. Curious, the driver approached the window and saw only his own puzzled face. Suddenly, another voice joined in—a deep baritone humming from behind him. Turning around, he found an elderly gentleman styling hair inside, completely oblivious to anything but his song. ‘Bojangles’ indeed, thought the delivery man, smiling as he walked away, wondering if maybe everyone here was just a little off-key together.

3. At Bojangles, while cutting someone’s hair one day, the stylist heard a voice from behind the curtain: ‘Hey, lady, can you make my hair look like that cowboy on the sign outside?’ Smiling, she said, ‘No problem, hon!’ and proceeded to style his hair just like the smiling cowboy on Bojangles’ sign. When he left, everyone in the salon burst out laughing—including him, who kept pointing at his reflection and saying, ‘I look like a real cowboy now!’

4. At Bojangles, a regular customer complained loudly: ‘Why does my hair always look like I slept on it after leaving here?’ The stylist smiled mysteriously and replied: ‘Because you did.’ Soon afterwards, an elderly gentleman entered Bojangles. After his trim, he looked confused and asked the stylist, ‘What happened to my usual hairdo?’ With a twinkle in her eye, she whispered, ‘You forgot to mention you wanted your old style back.’