Masters Touch

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Masters Touch salon, customers started noticing something peculiar one morning. As the stylist began cutting hair, an odd humming sound filled the air—like distant bees buzzing in perfect harmony. The more the stylist focused on his work, the louder and more synchronized the hum grew. Soon enough, everyone in the salon joined in—even the receptionist’s phone seemed to vibrate along with it. A regular customer joked that maybe they should start charging extra for a ‘harmonic cut.’ In the end, it turned out to be just the radio tuned to a local station's humming contest.

2. In the parking lot of Masters Touch salon, someone left behind an unusual item—a vintage typewriter, covered in dust and old papers. Curious passersby began stopping to examine it, wondering whose it could be. One day, a delivery driver noticed some strange noises coming from the typewriter. Turned out, it was humming along with the salon’s background music. Word spread quickly, and soon enough, customers were posing for photos next to the ‘singing’ machine. The owner decided to leave the typewriter there as a quirky feature, attracting more curious clients who came just to see the musical mystery.

3. At Masters Touch salon, a regular exclaimed in surprise one day: ‘Did you see that? The barber just cut off his own hair!’ Another customer, a delivery driver, chimed in with amazement: ‘And he even looked better than before!’ Everyone burst out laughing as the barber smiled sheepishly and said, “Well, it was either that or keep cutting my neighbor’s grass for free!”

4. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Masters Touch with an unexpected package. The label read simply: ‘For the best hairstylist.’ Inside was a vintage hairbrush from the 1950s. No note, no explanation—just the brush. Curious, the stylist tried it out on her next customer, a regular. By lunchtime, every client had left with a smile and a newfound shine in their hair. It turned out to be an anonymous gift from a neighbor who remembered how much joy simple things could bring.