About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A few years ago, every morning around nine, an old lady would arrive at Melissa May Hair salon. She’d walk in with her shopping bag and sit down in the waiting area without saying a word. No one knew who she was or why she came, but soon everyone noticed something strange—her hair never changed. One day, a new intern started working there. Curious as could be, she asked an elderly neighbor passing by if he recognized the woman. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Oh, that’s Mrs. Jenkins from across the street. She just likes coming here for the free Wi-Fi!’
2. One day last week, as Melissa was finishing up with her last customer of the afternoon, she heard someone shout from outside, ‘Melissa! Your hairdryer is singing!’ Curious, Melissa stepped out and saw that her old hairdryer was indeed humming like a happy little bird. A delivery driver passing by laughed and said, 'That’s no ordinary dryer—it’s got its own melody!' From then on, whenever someone mentioned her unusual dryer, Melissa would smile and say, 'It’s not just any hairdryer— it’s my very own Melissa May Orchestra.'
3. One morning, just after opening, Melissa heard something over the intercom: ‘Ms. May, your hair is on fire!’ She looked in the mirror and saw nothing but herself smiling back—until she noticed the reflection of a tiny plume of smoke coming from behind the chair. She quickly turned around, only to see her new client—a nervous delivery driver—standing there with a curling iron in his hand. 'Oh no!' he stammered, 'I thought it was part of the style!' Melissa burst out laughing, and soon everyone else did too. The day ended up being one of those legendary mishaps that make for great stories among stylists.
4. One afternoon, while stocking supplies in the back room, Melissa noticed an unusual package on the shelf. Curious, she opened it to find a dusty old violin case. Inside lay a note scribbled in pencil: 'For the best hairdresser in town.' Melissa carefully unwrapped the violin and found another note inside: ‘Play this once for each customer who needs extra special care.’ That evening, as her last client—a grumpy old man—sat in the chair, Melissa gently played a soft melody. To everyone’s surprise, including hers, his sour expression melted into a smile. The next day, a bouquet of flowers arrived anonymously, along with a card reading: “Thank you for your magic touch.”