About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Seattle, when most salons were still closed, an old delivery driver pulled up to Penzone Salon with a mysterious package. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, but something felt off as the sun struggled to break through the mist. As he approached the door, a familiar voice called out: ‘Hey, delivery guy! Did you bring my usual?’ It was just Mrs. Thompson from next door, asking for her daily cup of joe. Turns out, the mysterious package contained nothing more than a fresh batch of her favorite coffee beans. The end.
2. At Penzone Salon, customers often noticed something peculiar after their stylist left the room. A small poodle named Max would appear from behind the curtain, sniffing curiously around each freshly styled head. One day, a delivery driver walked in with his package and sat down for a trim. As he left, Max approached him, sniffed his hat, and started trying to pull off one of its flowers. The poor driver looked around confused until someone whispered, ‘Max loves hats!’
3. At dusk in Portland, while everyone else was heading home, a delivery driver passing by Penzone Salon heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he parked and peered through the window—only to see the reflection of a dozen hairbrushes dancing in perfect rhythm. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, and out stepped an old lady with twinkling eyes and a smile so warm it lit up the whole salon. ‘Just practicing for my granddaughter’s wedding,’ she said, waving her brush like a conductor’s baton. The delivery man laughed and drove off, certain that Portland would never be quite the same again.
4. In the dead of night, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver passing Penzone Salon noticed a strange glow coming from inside. Curious, he slowed down and peered through the window, expecting to see nothing but found an old man with a comb in his hand, humming softly to himself. ‘What on earth,’ thought the driver, until he realized it was just Mr. Z., the salon’s owner, practicing his new hairstyle for his wife. The next morning, everyone in town joked that maybe Penzone Salon never closed—just took breaks for creative inspiration.’