Salon 46

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Salon 46 usually hummed with the soft chatter of early risers, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. The delivery driver handed over the package to the surprised stylist, who carefully unwrapped it to reveal… a giant jar of mayonnaise? Turns out, it was a practical joke from a neighbor who thought it would be funny to deliver something unexpected every month. By noon, Salon 46 smelled like a Russian deli, but everyone had a good laugh.

2. One morning, while Salon 46 was quieting down after its busy day, a small dog darted into the parking lot. It sniffed curiously around the empty chairs and suddenly yelped—something had caught its attention under one of the tables. Underneath the table lay an old, crumpled business card with ‘Pizza Palace’ scribbled on it. The little dog, clearly hungry, began licking the card as if it were pizza toppings. A delivery driver passing by couldn’t help but laugh and offered him a real slice from his lunch break.

3. In the late afternoon, when Salon 46 was emptying out for the day, a little girl walked in, her eyes wide with wonder. She pointed excitedly at something on the wall, whispering to her mother, ‘Mama, look! It’s talking!’ The stylist looked up from his mirror and smiled warmly. 'Oh, hello there!' he said gently. The little girl giggled, pointing again at the reflection of her own smiling face in the polished floor tiles. Her mother laughed softly, shaking her head as she led them both outside. 'Guess she’ll be our most talkative customer today,' the stylist chuckled to himself, returning to cutting another client's hair—this time without any unexpected conversations.

4. In the late afternoon, when Salon 46 was emptying out for the day, an old man walked in, carrying a large box under one arm and a strange-looking instrument in the other. He approached the counter, his eyes twinkling mischievously. ‘I’ve got something special for your resident stylist,’ he said, setting down the box. The instrument turned out to be an ancient comb with intricate carvings. ‘Said it would bring good luck,’ he winked. The owner smiled warmly, knowing that today’s salon session would indeed be memorable—especially since she’d been needing some extra luck herself.