Pageboy Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while customers were getting their hair styled, an unfamiliar voice came over the salon’s intercom: ‘Pageboy Salon, your hair is ready for cutting!’ Everyone looked around puzzled—no one had ordered any special service that day. A delivery driver appeared at the door, holding a box labeled ‘Haircut #1’ and smiling sheepishly. Turns out, his friend across the street had accidentally placed an order online during breakfast. The whole salon burst into laughter when they realized it was just another neighbor’s prank.

2. In the Pageboy Salon, during one quiet afternoon, a small dog burst through the front door, its tail wagging furiously. The stylist looked up from her mirror, startled but amused. The stylist smiled and gently ushered the little fellow behind the counter. ‘Hello, mischievous visitor!’ she said with a laugh. A delivery driver, who had been waiting patiently in the lobby, scratched his head and asked, ‘Did you guys just adopt a new canine customer?’ Everyone laughed as the dog wagged happily, clearly enjoying the attention.

3. In the Pageboy Salon, as a stylist was finishing up a client’s cut, a small bird suddenly swooped into the room, perching on top of the mirror and chirping loudly. The stylist froze for a moment, but then calmly picked up a comb and gently shooed the bird away with it. The little fellow flew off, leaving behind only a few feathers that everyone laughed about. ‘Must be our resident pageboy,’ someone joked, and from that day on, whenever anyone mentioned birds in salons, they’d smile and say, “Oh, you must mean the one who visited Pageboy Salon.”

4. In the Pageboy Salon, on a typical Tuesday morning, a familiar scent wafted through the air—something sweet and floral that didn’t quite belong there. A regular customer raised her eyebrows at the unusual aroma, glancing around curiously. As she turned, she noticed an older gentleman in the corner, humming softly to himself while waiting for his trim. He was holding what looked like a bouquet of flowers—a rather odd sight for any salon. Smiling slightly, the stylist approached him with a knowing smile and whispered, ‘Mr. Jenkins, you’re always so punctual—and today, so fragrant!’