JDs Hair Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to JDs Hair Studio one morning and noticed something peculiar on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside, only to discover that every time someone mentioned what was inside, their hair seemed to grow thicker and healthier overnight. Finally, after weeks of curiosity, a regular customer asked JD to reveal the secret. With a mischievous smile, JD admitted it was just a bottle of his special shampoo—and everyone laughed. The delivery driver’s truck became famous for its magical hair-growing powers, but turned out to be nothing more than a clever marketing stunt.

2. A customer walked into JDs Hair Studio one afternoon and asked the stylist, ‘Do you ever get customers who suddenly start singing?’ The stylist shrugged, puzzled. ‘No,’ she replied, tilting her head curiously. A moment later, an old man from next door entered humming softly to himself. He stopped mid-step, cleared his throat and burst into a full-throated rendition of “My Way.” Everyone in the salon burst out laughing, including the embarrassed neighbour.’

3. A regular stopped by JDs Hair Studio for his weekly trim when he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. The more he listened, the more it sounded like someone singing along with the radio—except no one else seemed to notice. Curious, our regular asked the stylist if anyone else could hear it. She shook her head and smiled, ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins next door—he sings along every time.’ Turned out, the hum was actually a friendly duet between two neighbors, harmonizing over haircuts.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to JDs Hair Studio one morning and noticed an odd smell wafting from inside—a mix of freshly baked cookies and old-fashioned perfume. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual until he caught sight of the stylist humming softly as she worked. As he watched closer, the delivery driver noticed something even stranger—every time the stylist clipped a strand of hair, it seemed to float gently towards her like a little feather. Confused but amused, he knocked on the door. Turns out, the stylist was just humming an old lullaby while mixing essential oils into shampoos.