About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for her usual coffee, a regular noticed something strange on the wall of My Tribe Beauty Studio—tiny braids seemed to move ever so slightly in the air conditioning breeze. Curious, she leaned closer and realized they were not braids at all but strands of delicate spiderweb caught in the light. Startled, she looked around, only to see a delivery driver adjusting his glasses with an amused smile. ‘Just another day at My Tribe,’ he whispered.}
2. In the quiet corner of My Tribe Beauty Studio, a delivery driver left behind an unusual package one afternoon. For days afterward, customers found themselves glancing curiously at the mysterious box before their appointments—was it a new product sample or perhaps a secret salon gift? Finally, on the fifth day, someone opened the box—and discovered nothing but a tiny note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience! Thought you might like some free hair ties.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood prank.
3. During one particularly slow afternoon, a mysterious note appeared taped to the mirror in the ladies’ restroom: ‘Your hair looks better when you’re happy.’ The next day, another message read, ‘Smile and your stylist will work faster.’ Soon enough, every customer found their mood lifted by these unexpected words of encouragement. Finally, an elderly gentleman entered with a frown on his face. By the time he left, his hair was styled perfectly—and so was his smile. On the mirror, someone had scribbled: 'Grumpy old men make the best customers!'
4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a regular passing by My Tribe Beauty Studio heard an unusual sound—a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, they peeked through the window and saw nothing but empty chairs and mirrors. But as they listened closer, the humming grew louder, almost like someone singing softly to themselves. Finally, the door opened slightly, revealing only a pair of bare feet tapping rhythmically on the floor. The curious observer realized it was just a hairdresser practicing her braiding skills in silence—probably preparing for an upcoming competition. As dawn broke, the studio filled with the familiar scent of shampoo and laughter, and everyone went back to their usual routines.