The Hair Emporium

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for her haircut, an elderly lady overheard two stylists whispering excitedly. ‘Did you see that?’ one asked. ‘What?’ replied her colleague. ‘That van parked outside!’ ‘It’s a new delivery guy,’ whispered the other stylist with a mischievous smile. The old lady leaned in curiously as she heard them giggle. Moments later, a young man carrying a box stumbled out of the van, tripping on his own shoelaces and nearly dropping everything. The whole salon burst into laughter when he finally managed to straighten up, earning him a round of applause from the customers inside.’

2. At precisely noon every day, a mysterious voice crackled over The Hair Emporium’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your hair is calling!’ No one knew who or what it referred to, but everyone agreed it sounded like a good reason to get a trim. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, complaining about his receding hairline. After his appointment, he emerged beaming, exclaiming, 'My hair looks fantastic!' The next week, the intercom blared, 'Sir, your smile is calling!'

3. While browsing through old magazines in the waiting area, a young woman noticed something peculiar on the wall behind the reception desk. ‘Why does that mirror keep changing sizes?’ she asked aloud. Soon enough, an older lady sitting next to her piped up: 'Oh honey, that's not a mirror—those are just those fancy optical illusions they use here!' The young woman blinked and looked again—it was true! Everyone burst out laughing as the stylist walked over with a big smile: “Welcome to The Hair Emporium—where your reflection never looks quite what you expect!”

4. While getting her monthly trim, a neighborhood mom heard a strange humming coming from behind the closed door of one stylist's station. Curious, she knocked gently on the door and asked if everything was okay. The stylist replied that he was just singing along with his favorite song from childhood. Turned out, it was an old Russian folk tune, which explained why everyone in the salon had started dancing and laughing—except for the poor delivery driver who thought it was the latest K-pop hit.