The Salon At 10 Newbury

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most salons are quieting down, an old delivery driver pulled up to The Salon At 10 Newbury with a peculiar package. As he stepped inside, a strange scent wafted through the air—something between fresh-cut grass and warm cookies. ‘What’s in here?’ asked the puzzled stylist, opening the box to reveal a dozen freshly baked brownies. ‘Oh,’ laughed the delivery driver, scratching his head, ‘that’s for your clients—they always seem so stressed after their cuts.’ And from that day on, whenever someone left The Salon At 10 Newbury feeling particularly frazzled, they’d find a little treat waiting for them outside.

2. At closing time, when the salon’s doors were already locked, a familiar voice called out from outside: ‘Hey, lady—do you know how to fix a broken umbrella?’ The stylist cracked a smile and replied, 'Oh, I’m not much good with umbrellas!' But then she added, 'Wait here.' She disappeared into the back room and emerged moments later holding an old umbrella repair kit. After some fumbling and giggles, they managed to get it working again just in time for another customer to arrive. The delivery driver tipped his hat and said, 'Thanks, lady—it’s been a wet day!'

3. At exactly 9:58 PM every Wednesday, a neighbor would stop by and ask for a last-minute appointment. "I just remembered I’m supposed to look good tonight," they’d say with a twinkle in their eye. One night, a delivery driver arrived breathless, claiming he needed a quick trim before an important delivery. The stylist raised an eyebrow but obliged. An hour later, as the salon clock struck midnight, everyone heard it—a faint beeping coming from the bathroom. The door swung open, revealing the relieved driver holding a package and his newly styled hair. 'That’ll teach me not to forget my appointments,' he grinned.

4. At precisely 10:02 AM each Monday, a soft announcement crackled over The Salon At 10 Newbury’s intercom: ‘Please excuse our new masseuse, she seems to have forgotten her sense of direction.’ On one particularly foggy morning, an elderly gentleman entered for his weekly trim. As he left, he muttered, 'I hope that masseuse finds her way soon—I'm getting dizzy just standing here!' A delivery driver later claimed he saw someone wandering around aimlessly, muttering about 'the best haircut in Boston,' but no one ever found her.