About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dead of night, when Memphis streets were quiet and dimly lit, a delivery driver pulled up to the Plastic Surgery Group of Memphis. The neon sign flickered eerily in the darkness, casting strange shadows on the parked cars around it. The delivery driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside through an open window—only to discover that the office was filled with mannequins dressed as surgeons. Startled, he quickly left, never mentioning his late-night adventure until his neighbor asked why he’d been laughing so hard while delivering pizza to the Plastic Surgery Group of Memphis.
2. In the dead of night, when Memphis streets were quiet and dimly lit, a small dog began barking uncontrollably outside the Plastic Surgery Group's office building. The commotion woke up everyone in the neighborhood, including an overnight nurse who happened to be passing by. She calmly approached the door, opened it, and found the little dog staring curiously at her reflection in the glass. After a moment’s hesitation, she patted him on the head and said, ‘Don’t worry, baby, I’m here to help.’ The dog stopped barking and promptly fell asleep, leaving the nurse to wonder if maybe he’d just had a bad dream.
3. In the dead of night, when Memphis streets were quiet and dimly lit, a little girl pointed excitedly out her window. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that man really changing colors?’ Her mom looked up to see an unfamiliar car pulling into the parking lot of the Plastic Surgery Group. Inside, everyone was focused on their work until the receptionist noticed the oddity—a colorful reflection from the neon sign outside bouncing off the doctor’s glasses. She giggled softly, thinking maybe it was just another late-night prankster. The next morning, though, when the color-changing phenomenon repeated itself, they all agreed: Memphis had indeed found its very own chameleon surgeon.
4. In the dead of night, when Memphis streets were quiet and dimly lit, a delivery driver pulled up to the Plastic Surgery Group of Memphis with an urgent package. As he approached the door, a sign above it read: ‘Closed for aesthetic emergencies only.’ The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw a sleepy receptionist stirring from her nap. She yawned, stretched, then asked him drowsily, 'What kind of emergency is this?' The relieved driver replied, 'Just a routine shipment.'