About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most barbershops were quiet, Hair by Jordana buzzed with an unusual clientele: neighborhood dogs, their owners absent-mindedly leaving them in the chair while they ran errands. One morning, a delivery driver walked in, scratching his head and muttering about lost packages. He sat down without realizing it was occupied—by a sleepy-looking poodle who yawned and stretched its front legs toward the mirror. Startled, the driver apologized profusely until he noticed the sign above the door: ‘Dogs welcome anytime!’
2. At midnight, when most salons were closed and streets empty, Hair by Jordana lit up like a neon dream. A delivery driver pulled in, puzzled by the flickering sign and soft music drifting out. Inside, an old radio played jazz, and in front of the mirror stood a stylist humming along, completely absorbed in his work. The delivery driver approached curiously, only to see him giving a perfect haircut to a regular who looked like he’d been waiting there forever—maybe even since before the salon opened that morning. Exiting with a smile, the driver thought, ‘Maybe I’ll drop by next time I’m feeling nostalgic for someone else’s routine.’
3. At closing time, when most shops lock their doors, someone asked aloud: ‘Who’s that customer in Hair by Jordana who always pays in feathers?’ The owner, Jordana, smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Why, that's our favorite delivery driver—always brings us the best pastries!' The crowd laughed, realizing it was just another one of Jordana's delightful little secrets.
4. At dusk, when most people were heading home, a delivery driver pulled up to Hair by Jordana. Unloading boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd on the pavement—a small, dusty envelope. Curious, he opened it and found inside an old photograph of a smiling woman with curly hair. ‘What’s this?’ he muttered, glancing around. Just then, a neighbor popped her head out of her apartment and asked, “Oh that? That’s Jordana, our stylist. She left years ago.” The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll never know what she did here,” he said, tossing the photo back into the envelope and walking away—leaving behind one more mystery for Hair by Jordana’s next visitor.