About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on Blitz’s loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper and sealed with twine. Curious but cautious, he left it untouched until closing time. As he unlocked the door, the driver heard soft laughter coming from inside. Inside the empty salon stood an old lady cutting her own hair with a smile, surrounded by boxes of vintage magazines. ‘Morning,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Found your present—hope you like it!’
2. One day while getting a trim at Blitz salon, a regular exclaimed, ‘I swear I saw my reflection talking to itself in the mirror!’ The stylist just smiled and said it happens every now and then. Another time, a delivery driver walked in complaining, ‘Every time I look up from my phone, someone’s cutting my hair without asking!’ The stylist laughed and replied, ‘Welcome to Blitz, where your hair gets a life of its own.’
3. One afternoon, a little girl walked into Blitz salon with her mother. As she waited for her turn, she spotted something unusual—an old-fashioned typewriter sitting in the corner, covered in dust and cobwebs. Curious, she asked her mom what it was. With a smile, her mom said it must be an antique from when haircuts were done differently. Just then, the old machine started humming softly, and out popped a piece of paper with ‘Welcome to Blitz! Best haircut ever!’ written in elegant script. Everyone in the salon burst into laughter, realizing the typewriter had been left on by mistake—and now it was part of their daily fun.
4. One night, a delivery driver parked his truck near Blitz and noticed an unusual reflection in the window. Curious, he peered inside—and found himself staring at a mirror image of his own face, only younger. The delivery driver grinned, realizing it was just his reflection from across the street. He waved at himself, causing his future self to wave back awkwardly. That’s when another customer walked in, laughed heartily, and said, ‘Welcome to Blitz, where time is always on sale!’