Clean Your Dirty Face

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In a small town in the Midwest, customers of ‘Clean Your Dirty Face’ noticed something peculiar one morning. A mysterious package had been left on the counter, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Inside was a jar labeled ‘Face Polish Special Blend’. The owner shrugged it off as a prank until a regular customer tried it that evening. Next day, everyone looked like they’d just stepped out of a carnival—complete with glittering cheeks and sparkling noses. Turns out, someone’s kid had swapped the polish for some leftover holiday decorations. Since then, Clean Your Dirty Face offers ‘special effects facials’ once a month.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the entrance of Clean Your Dirty Face one morning, only to notice something peculiar on the sidewalk. He got out and walked over, curious. On the pavement was a face mask so filthy it looked like it had lived there for weeks. He laughed, shook his head, and went inside. Later that day, a regular saw him leaving and asked, ‘Did you clean someone else’s dirty face today?’ The delivery driver grinned, ‘No, I cleaned my own!’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the entrance of Clean Your Dirty Face one morning. As he stepped out with boxes, he overheard an unusual conversation inside. The delivery driver paused, curious. Inside, a regular was arguing with his esthetician: 'I told you, my skin is fine!' she insisted, holding up a jar of expensive cream. 'No, sir,' she replied calmly, 'your face is dirty—you just don’t know it yet.' The driver laughed softly and drove off, wondering if everyone in town had some hidden filth they needed cleaning.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the entrance of Clean Your Dirty Face one morning, completely oblivious to the curious stares from inside. The door opened just as he stepped out, and what greeted him was not quite what he expected—a mirror so clean it seemed to reflect not his own face but someone else’s perfectly groomed smile. He smiled back at himself, thinking he looked sharp that day. As he reached for his package, a voice behind said gently, ‘Excuse me, sir—your beard needs some work.’ He turned around, only to see an empty room and a mirror reflecting nothing but a neatly shaven man with a perfect haircut. A regular chuckled outside, watching the confused delivery driver scratch his chin.