Heads Up Salon and Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few months ago, a regular asked with a smile: ‘Did you hear? The lady who does manicures here can predict your future!’ Curious customers started dropping by just for their weekly fortune-telling session. One day, a delivery driver came in, eagerly awaiting his turn. When it was finally his, he asked excitedly, 'So what’s my fate today?' The beautician looked up from her mirror and said calmly, 'You’ll be delivering packages until someone else tells you your future.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor guy, who just wanted a simple mani-pedi.

2. Last week, a delivery driver pulled up to the salon and asked curiously: ‘Hey, did you know they’ve been playing the same oldies playlist non-stop since opening?’ The manager smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Actually, it's part of our secret charm!' A neighbor chimed in from outside, humming along to an old Elvis tune. The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh and said, 'Next time I'll bring my own playlist.'

3. Last night, as the city slept, a soft humming filled the air outside Heads Up Salon and Spa. At that hour, it seemed almost magical—until customers started noticing their haircuts were growing back. One morning, a delivery driver arrived to find his truck covered in freshly cut hair. ‘What kind of salon is this?’ he wondered aloud, scratching his head. Meanwhile, inside, a regular customer asked, “Did you guys change your style?” The stylist smiled, “No, sir, just yours!” And everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was another late-night prank from Heads Up’s resident wizard with clippers.

4. Last night, as the city settled into its quietest hour, a faint tapping sound echoed through the Head’s Up Salon & Spa. At first, it was dismissed as nothing more than an errant nail file or a customer’s earrings hitting against their bag. But soon, the rhythm became distinctly rhythmic—like someone gently tapping out a tune on the glass door. Finally, one of the stylists approached the door and peered outside curiously. It turned out to be just a delivery driver, humming along to his favorite song while waiting for the elevator. The next day, everyone in the salon had a new nickname for him—‘Mr. Rhythm’.