About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most salons are still closed, a delivery driver pulled up outside Little Sister Salon. The pink awning glowed softly in the early light, but something seemed off—no cars were parked nearby and the door stood ajar. Curious, he peered inside and saw only a sign reading ‘Open for Business’ and a pink-haired mannequin waving cheerfully. Turns out, it was just a new employee testing out her latest dye job before opening hours. A relieved delivery driver chuckled and drove away, muttering, ‘I love you, pink, but next time give some warning!’
2. One morning, while unloading boxes into the salon’s backroom, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the corner of the loading dock—a small pink teddy bear, perfectly placed among the boxes of shampoo and conditioner. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe it was someone's forgotten toy. Later that day, when a regular customer walked in wearing her favorite shade of bubblegum pink, she exclaimed, 'Hey, where did you get that adorable little bear?' The owner smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Oh, it's our secret.'
3. At midnight, when only moonlight illuminated the street, a delivery driver parked his truck near Little Sister Salon. Unloading boxes from the trunk, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a stylist whispering sweet nothings into a mannequin’s ear while painting its hair bright pink. Startled, he knocked over a box, waking up everyone—including a sleepy poodle named Maxine who thought it was time for her evening walk. The delivery driver fled, never to return, but locals still joke that the salon’s signature shade of ‘I Love You Pink’ is actually called ‘Midnight Surprise.’
4. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the neon sign clicked off, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Little Sister Salon. Walking past the empty chairs, he heard an unfamiliar voice over the salon’s intercom: ‘I love you pink… but please don’t leave.’ The delivery driver followed the voice, only to discover it was coming from the old radio in the reception area. He smiled, turned it off, and walked out, whistling. As he drove away, he noticed a familiar face waving from one of the empty chairs—just another neighbor catching up on their favorite soap opera.