Simpsons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of downtown Springfield, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Simpsons Beauty Supply. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the neon sign flickered ominously in the gloom. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange: the door stood wide open, though it never did before. He peered inside cautiously, expecting the worst. But instead found Mr. Burns, fast asleep on a chair, surrounded by empty coffee cups. ‘What am I doing here?’ he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Turns out, he’d been working late on a new hair product formula and accidentally dozed off.’

2. At midnight, when neon signs flickered and streets quietened, a delivery driver pulled up outside Simpsons Beauty Supply. The doors opened without warning, revealing an empty hallway filled with whispers. A voice whispered, ‘Need some special ingredients for tonight’s masterpiece.’ A delivery driver glanced around nervously as he entered—a neighbor waved cheerfully from across the street. Suddenly, bottles of glitter gel and hairspray flew past him, followed by a sign reading: “Closed until further notice—try our new location in Rainbow Land!”

3. In the dim light of dawn, when the city was waking up, a delivery driver pulled over near Simpsons. Among the usual bottles and boxes in the van, he noticed something odd—a small, handwritten sign reading ‘Free haircuts for good deeds.’ Curious, our delivery driver decided to try it out. He helped an old lady carry groceries home, and soon enough found himself sitting in front of the mirror at Simpsons. A few minutes later, he emerged with a perfect haircut—compliments from his neighbor followed him everywhere that day.

4. In the dim light of dawn, when the city was waking up, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Simpsons. A small dog kept sniffing at the sign, tilting its head curiously as if trying to understand why it read ‘Simpsons’ instead of ‘Barbados Beauty Supply’. Finally, the sun rose higher, casting golden rays on everything. The delivery driver shook his head and laughed, muttering, ‘Must be some kinda mix-up with Barbados Beauties down the street.’ Meanwhile, inside Simpsons, a regular customer looked at her reflection in awe and whispered, ‘I feel like Marge Simpson after a hair day!’