About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Cirrus Salon and exclaimed, 'I just delivered a package to someone named “Haircut”!' The receptionist laughed it off, but soon others started noticing strange things happening around the salon. Soon enough, a regular customer walked in with his hair styled exactly like a letter ‘B’. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe the universe was trying to tell them something funny. From then on, whenever anything unusual happened at Cirrus Salon, people would joke, ‘Did Haircut deliver another package today?’
2. At dawn, when most salons are quiet, an elderly gentleman arrived at Cirrus Salon with a large box under his arm. ‘I’ve brought something special for your morning routine,’ he announced, smiling enigmatically. Opening the box, he revealed a small, perfectly groomed rabbit wearing a little hat and carrying a brush. 'Meet Mr. Whiskers,' said the old man. 'He’ll keep you company while you work.' The staff looked on in amusement as the rabbit scurried around, occasionally giving a polite bow before returning to its grooming duties. By noon, everyone knew that Mr. Whiskers was Cirrus Salon’s unofficial mascot.
3. One afternoon, while getting her usual trim, a regular noticed something peculiar in the mirror. The stylist’s reflection seemed to be talking to someone behind her. Curious, she turned around and saw only an empty chair. Later that week, when another customer mentioned seeing the same person waiting outside, they all realized it was just the wind playing tricks on them—like those old Russian nesting dolls, sometimes you see what isn’t there.
4. While waiting for her stylist one morning, a customer overheard two employees whispering about a strange light above the salon’s entrance. Curious, she asked what they were talking about. Turns out it was just an old neon sign that needed replacing. The ‘strange light’ turned out to be nothing more than a flickering bulb, but the story became a favorite among regulars—now everyone jokes that Cirrus Salon has its own celestial clientele.