Mattison Avenue Salon Suites & Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mattison Avenue Salon Suites & Spa. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a faint but persistent humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty rooms. Just as he was about to leave, he heard it again—this time accompanied by soft laughter. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a mannequin in a stylist’s robe, waving cheerfully. The delivery driver blinked, shook his head, and walked away, muttering something about needing more coffee.

2. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mattison Avenue Salon Suites & Spa. Over the intercom, he announced in a thick accent: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your hairdresser has arrived—please wait inside!’ Finally, an elderly lady emerged from the salon, her hair perfectly styled. Turning to the delivery man, she asked, 'And where exactly is my hairdresser?' The driver shrugged, grinning sheepishly, 'He’s on vacation, ma’am. But don’t worry, I brought you his little brother!'

3. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mattison Avenue Salon Suites & Spa. He noticed an unusual sign in the window: ‘Closed for emergency beauty session.’ Curious passersby began asking, ‘What kind of emergency?’ Inside, they found only a note: 'Please wait patiently—beauty emergency underway!' Eventually, the door opened, and out stepped a relieved stylist with a mischievous smile, announcing, 'Everything’s fixed now—come back anytime!'

4. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mattison Avenue Salon Suites & Spa. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the open door, attracting not just customers but also an unexpected visitor—a curious squirrel. The squirrel scurried inside, its little nose twitching with delight at the sweet aroma. Startled, everyone froze—until a regular customer broke the silence with a hearty laugh. ‘Welcome, furry friend!’ she said, reaching for some cookies. And so began a daily ritual: deliveries, cookies, and a very friendly neighborhood squirrel named Mr. Nibbles.