W Style Lounge

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts and colors, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, everyone—your hairstyles are requested to be no longer than your shoelaces today.’ A delivery driver looked down at his feet, muttering, 'This is going to be a long day.' A regular glanced at him and quipped, 'At least you can still see yours!' The loudspeaker buzzed again: 'And remember, gentlemen, no ties either!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just another one of W Style’s quirky ways to brighten up Monday mornings.

2. One day, while a regular was getting his usual trim, he noticed something strange on the wall mirror. ‘Wait,’ he said aloud, pointing at a reflection that seemed to move when no one else was around.’Is it just me, or does that shadow follow us everywhere?’ Soon other customers joined in, whispering about shadows they thought they saw too. Even the delivery driver mentioned seeing an eerie figure lurking near the back door. Before long, everyone agreed to stay after their appointments for a group inspection. Turns out, it was just the stylist’s cat playing hide-and-seek—causing quite the commotion!

3. While a regular was admiring his latest haircut in the mirror, the loudspeaker crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, everyone—your stylist has just won a national competition for best use of conditioner!’ Meanwhile, outside, a delivery driver overheard the commotion and asked himself, ‘What did I deliver here—a new haircut or some free advertising?’ Inside, the regular turned around, grinned sheepishly, and whispered, ‘Guess I’ll never know if my hair looks as good as it sounds!’

4. At closing time one night, as the last customer left W Style Lounge, a faint humming sound filled the empty room. The next morning, when the stylist arrived, she found the source: the old radio behind the counter had begun playing softly on its own. She flipped through the channels curiously until stopping at an oldies station. That evening, while styling a regular’s hair, she noticed something odd—her client was singing along perfectly to songs he’d never heard before. ‘How do you know these tunes?’ she asked him. He shrugged and replied, “I don’t know, lady. Maybe that old radio knows me better than I do.”