Friends

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Friends Hairdresser, a regular was carefully arranging his collection of vintage combs and brushes on the shelf behind the reception desk. One morning, he noticed something peculiar: an old comb seemed to change positions every night. Curious, he followed the comb one evening and found it whispering secrets to a neighboring barbershop’s cat. The next day, the comb had returned to its place, but with a tiny tuft of fur stuck between its teeth. A regular laughed, realizing that maybe the real customer here wasn’t him after all.

2. A neighborhood delivery driver pulled up in front of Friends Hairdresser one morning, his truck loaded with boxes. As he began unloading, something peculiar happened—boxes started disappearing into thin air before his very eyes. Confused and a bit spooked, the driver called out to a nearby customer, who calmly replied, ‘Don’t worry, that happens every now and then.’ The next box vanished too, but just as the driver was about to leave in frustration, an old lady emerged from behind the counter, saying, “It’s our special trick for when we’re short on supplies.”

3. In the dusty corner of Friends Hairdresser’s parking lot, a curious package had been left overnight. No note, no tags—just an ordinary brown box that seemed out of place among the usual cars and bikes. The next morning, when a regular customer arrived for her weekly trim, she noticed the package and asked the owner what it was. With a shrug, he said it must be a delivery meant for someone else. Over the following days, more packages appeared, each one slightly different but equally mysterious. Finally, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver approached the shop with a big smile and announced, ‘It seems you’ve become our secret Santa!’

4. At Friends Hairdresser, customers often noticed an odd occurrence: every Tuesday afternoon, a small dog would appear from nowhere and sit patiently outside the salon door. No one knew where it came from or whose it was, but everyone agreed—its fur always looked perfectly groomed. One day, a delivery driver asked the owner if he could adopt the dog. The owner smiled and replied, 'He’s ours for only Tuesdays.' Later that week, when the dog arrived as usual, a neighbor commented, ‘It looks like you’ve got a new customer!’ The stylist laughed and said, ‘No, just his haircut appointment.’