About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Southern Beauty by Gisell, a regular always left early on Thursdays. One Thursday, the stylist announced over the intercom: 'Your usual Thursday appointment is canceled—we’ll see you next week!' Since then, everyone arrives exactly five minutes late. Finally, someone asked the owner why they were doing this. She smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘It’s our little Thursday tradition—a way to show that even in a busy salon, life goes on.’ And so, every Thursday, everyone still shows up precisely five minutes late, knowing full well their appointment was already skipped.
2. At Southern Beauty by Gisell, a sign above the entrance read: ‘Last appointment of the day leaves with a smile.’ But one afternoon, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual request: could he please wait until closing for his trim? The stylist looked at him quizzically but agreed. As closing time approached, the whole salon erupted in laughter when the delivery man emerged from behind the curtain, sporting a perfect wave and a big grin—obviously enjoying his new hairdo so much that he’d forgotten why he came in the first place.
3. At Southern Beauty by Gisell, every morning at precisely 8:37 AM, an old truck would pull up outside, its engine sputtering like an elderly gentleman clearing his throat. The delivery driver would hop out, wearing a fedora and carrying a mysterious brown envelope, which he’d leave with the receptionist before disappearing as quickly as he arrived. One day, a little old lady from down the street walked in and asked the stylist, ‘Why does that delivery guy always wear such a big hat?’ With a twinkle in her eye, the stylist replied, ‘Oh, ma’am, that’s just Mr. Fedora. He’s been coming here for years—every Thursday at exactly 9:14.’ And so, another mystery of Southern Beauty by Gisell was solved, leaving everyone smiling and ready for their next hair appointment.
4. At Southern Beauty by Gisell, a young stylist named Emma often overheard her clients whispering. One day, as she adjusted someone’s hairtie, one lady said loudly, 'Did you hear? The new girl has eyes like lightning!' Emma blushed and thought it was just another compliment until an old man in the next chair exclaimed, ‘She looks like a southern beauty straight out of a painting!’ From then on, whenever anyone left the salon, they’d wave goodbye with a smile, muttering, ‘See ya later, lightning eyes.’ Even though no one ever noticed anything unusual about her gaze, Emma started believing the legend herself.