Roffler School of Hair Design

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while customers were getting their daily cuts and styles, an unfamiliar voice came over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve run out of water for washing hands. Please use your imagination.’ Soon enough, a regular customer raised his hand and said, 'I can help!' Turns out he was an actor preparing for a role in a desert survival movie. He demonstrated how to make clean water from dew using only a comb and some bobby pins. Everyone laughed, but soon realized they had running water again—delivered by a friendly neighborhood plumber who’d been waiting outside the whole time.

2. In the dimly lit hallway outside Roffler School of Hair Design, a little girl pointed excitedly at something on the wall. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that a ghost?’ Her mother looked up, startled, only to see a life-sized poster of a famous hairstylist with eyes that seemed to follow you around the room. Finally, an older gentleman walked by and chuckled, pointing at the poster. ‘That’s not a ghost, honey,’ he said gently. ‘It’s just Mr. Styles, our most famous alum. He used to own the place before it became a school.’ The little girl nodded wisely, whispering back, ‘Oh, now I get it—just another boring old celebrity!’

3. In the quiet afternoon, when only one stylist remained in the Roffler School of Hair Design, a small dog burst through the front door, its tail wagging furiously. The staff exchanged puzzled glances as the canine darted towards the styling chairs, stopping abruptly to sniff at each one. Suddenly, an old man hobbled into the salon, his eyes fixed on the dog with a smile. 'That's my boy!' he exclaimed, patting the animal affectionately. The dog wagged even harder and trotted over to him, jumping up onto a chair. The stylist shrugged and continued working, muttering, "Another day, another customer."}

4. At dawn, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. As he approached the front door, the sound of soft laughter echoed from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old man styling a life-sized doll with meticulous care. ‘What in the world?’ thought the driver. Just then, the door opened, and out stepped the owner—smiling broadly as she adjusted her new wig. ‘Good morning!’ she chirped. ‘Today’s special: hairstyles for dolls delivered free with every order.’