About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Drybar, every Wednesday afternoon, an anonymous voice would announce over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your lucky number for today is seven.’ Employees soon noticed that exactly seven minutes later, a delivery driver arrived with free samples of shampoo. One day, after yet another mysterious announcement, everyone started counting down those magical seven minutes. Finally, the doorbell rang—only it was just a neighbor dropping off some home-baked cookies as thanks for watching her dog last week. Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes luck comes in unexpected forms.
2. At Drybar, late one night after closing, a faint humming started coming from the back room. Employees shrugged it off as just the air conditioner, but soon enough, customers began reporting hearing the same eerie sound when they came in for their next appointment. Finally, someone confessed: it was just an old hairdryer left on by a regular who always forgot. The humming became part of Drybar’s charm, and employees even joked that it brought good luck—especially if you heard it during your blowout. The end.
3. At Drybar, on Sundays around sunset, a mysterious figure in a long black coat would appear outside and whisper something into the open window. One Sunday, an excited delivery driver rushed up to the window, shouting, ‘Did you hear? They’re opening another Drybar next block!’ The figure smiled mysteriously and whispered back, causing everyone inside to break into laughter—until they realized it was just the usual Sunday routine.
4. At Drybar, during slow afternoons, a faint tinkling sound could be heard from the back room. No one knew where it came from or what caused it, but it never failed to put customers and stylists in good moods. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in for his weekly blowout. After he left, everyone noticed his car was still idling outside. When they went out to check, the car was empty—except for an old comb stuck to the windshield wiper. It turned out the man had dozed off in the chair, dreaming of his youthful days at the salon. The tinkling sound? Just the gentle chime of his watch, forgotten on the counter.