Hairtime

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hairtime salon, where regulars gather for more than just haircuts, one day an elderly gentleman exclaimed, 'I feel like I've seen you somewhere before!' The stylist smiled and replied, 'Maybe it's because you've been here every Tuesday for twenty years?' Another time, a delivery driver asked the stylist, ‘Do I look familiar?’ She laughed, shook her head, then realized he was the same guy who’d accidentally left his hat here last month. Turned out they had met once—briefly—in line at the post office.

2. At Hairtime salon, where regulars gather for more than just haircuts, one day an unusual announcement came over the loudspeaker: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new shampoo dispenser has been calibrated to deliver exactly three seconds of foam.’ Soon enough, everyone was standing in line, timing their shampoos with watches and smartphones. A regular whispered to his friend, ‘I wonder if they’ll ever fix it.’ The next day, a note appeared on the door: “Due to popular demand, we’ve extended the foam time to five seconds.” And from then on, Hairtime became known not only for its stylish cuts but also for its legendary foam wars.

3. At Hairtime salon, where regulars gather for more than just haircuts, one day an elderly gentleman arrived with a peculiar request. As he sat in the chair, the stylist noticed that every time she mentioned a certain color, his eyes would sparkle and turn exactly that shade. Finally curious, the stylist asked what color made him smile most of all. With twinkling eyes, the old man whispered, ‘When you say “champagne blonde,” I see my late wife’s hair.’ The stylist gently replied, ‘Then why don’t we give her a little visit today?’ And so, amidst giggles and laughter, they both decided on a flirty champagne hue—bringing a bit of joy back into the old gentleman’s life.

4. At Hairtime salon, where regulars gather for more than just haircuts, one morning a delivery driver arrived with a package wrapped in brightly colored paper and tied with a bow. As he unwrapped it, everyone watched curiously. Inside was a tiny teddy bear wearing an old-fashioned hat and holding a comb. The owner laughed, saying it must be from someone’s kid next door. From then on, whenever there was a special occasion, people brought small gifts—nothing too big or expensive, just something quirky or funny.