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 to Wheelhouse Salon with an unusual package. The owner opened it curiously and found herself holding a tiny mirror that seemed to reflect not just her own reflection, but something else entirely. Curious, she held the mirror towards the window, and in its surface saw not only her reflection, but also her next-door neighbor dancing awkwardly to old rock songs. Startled laughter filled the empty salon as she realized the mirror was broadcasting live from his apartment. From then on, whenever someone needed a good laugh or a fun distraction, they’d simply pop into Wheelhouse Salon for a visit.
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Wheelhouse Salon with an unusual package. As he walked inside, he noticed something odd on the reception desk—a mysterious envelope addressed to ‘the next customer.’ Curious, he opened it and found a note saying, ‘For your first customer today—try not to laugh.’ Inside was a pair of mismatched earrings. The driver spent the rest of the day explaining to confused clients why their hairstyles matched one silver and one gold earring. By lunchtime, everyone in town knew about the magical Wheelhouse Salon.’
3. In the quiet afternoon, a little girl skipped into the salon, her eyes wide as she pointed towards the window. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘what’s that strange car doing here?’ The stylist looked out curiously and saw an old VW camper van with flowers on its roof. ‘Oh,’ she smiled, ‘that’s just Mr. Jenkins from down the street. He brings his wife in for a trim every few months.’ The little girl giggled, relieved, and settled into her chair. That evening, Mrs. Jenkins picked up her haircut and remarked, “Thank you again, dear—your Wheelhouse Salon is such a peaceful place.” And so, another day ended in the cozy Wheelhouse Salon, where even strangers’ vintage vans became part of the story.
4. At closing time, when only the night janitor remained in the building, someone knocked softly on the Wheelhouse Salon's door. The janitor, an old man named Mr. Jenkins, approached warily but opened the door a crack. A soft voice said, ‘Is it too much trouble if I just get my hat?’ Turned out it was a neighborhood kid who’d left his cap inside. Mr. Jenkins smiled and shook his head, muttering, ‘You kids these days… always forgetting your hats.’