Blondies

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Blondies hairdresser, where customers often linger over coffee after their appointments, something strange started happening around midnight. The lights would flicker on and off sporadically, as if someone were playing with the switches from afar. One night, a delivery driver arrived just as the lights went out again. He calmly lit his cigarette and said, 'I guess I’ll wait until they figure out how to turn these things back on.' A regular customer, who’d been dozing in the waiting area, grumbled, ‘Great, now I’ve missed my chance for an impromptu power nap.’ As the minutes ticked by, everyone settled into an uneasy silence—until finally, the lights came back on with such a bright flash that everyone jumped. The neighbor next door poked her head in and asked, ‘Anybody else hear that thunder?’

2. At Blondies hairdresser, one morning a sign appeared on the door: ‘Today’s special: longest wait equals longest haircut!’ Soon enough, everyone in town started showing up early—even the delivery driver arrived at dawn. By noon, there was just one person left: an old neighbor who always came late. He finally walked in around sunset, got his haircut, and left with a big smile, boasting that he now had the longest hair in Blondies’ history.

3. At Blondies hairdresser, an elderly gentleman was carefully arranging his belongings in the waiting area. Suddenly, he pulled out a small violin and began playing a familiar tune. As he played, a young delivery driver dozed off, only to wake with a start when the violin stopped abruptly. Rubbing his eyes, he muttered, 'I thought I heard Mozart!' The old man smiled and replied, 'Ah, no my friend—just your usual afternoon nap.'

4. At Blondies hairdresser, when a little girl entered for her first appointment, she noticed something unusual—all the mirrors had been replaced with paintings of cats. The little girl asked curiously, ‘Why no mirrors?’ The stylist smiled and replied, ‘We believe that everyone is beautiful just as they are, without needing to see themselves.’ Years later, when the girl became a grown-up, she returned to Blondies and found that not much had changed—they still painted their walls with whimsical cat portraits. And every time she sat in that chair, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, those kittens were watching over her cut.