Myra's Hair Styling

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Myra’s parking lot—a vintage comb with an engraved initial ‘M’. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and found more around the salon. Who left them there? And what stories do they hold? As days passed, more items appeared—an old brush, a forgotten hairpin. Finally, one day, Myra herself walked out and asked the delivery guy, 'Did you find my lost treasure?' Turns out, her elderly neighbor had been leaving her childhood accessories as tokens of appreciation for good haircuts.

2. One day, while waiting for her appointment, an elderly lady decided to take a stroll around Myra's salon. As she walked past the window, she noticed something strange: a small bird had gotten stuck inside the ventilation shaft. She quickly opened the door and called out gently, ‘Little fellow, I’ll get you out!’ With Myra’s help, they managed to free the flustered bird just as another customer arrived—completely oblivious to the commotion. The old lady smiled knowingly and whispered to herself, ‘Another day, another adventure at Myra’s Hair Styling.’

3. One afternoon, as customers were getting their hair done, a strange announcement came over the salon intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new hairdryer is so powerful it can dry your umbrella outside.’ A moment of silence followed, then everyone burst into laughter. The stylist, Myra, smiled sheepishly and explained that she meant to say 'your hair,' not 'your umbrella.' A regular customer, Bob, quipped, 'Well, at least my umbrella got a good blow-dry!' Everyone laughed again, and soon enough, the haircuts continued—with slightly less powerful hairdryers.

4. One foggy morning, as customers lined up outside Myra’s Hair Styling, a mysterious old trunk appeared on the sidewalk. No one knew whose it belonged to or why it had materialized there. The old trunk was filled with vintage hair accessories and perfumed combs from the 1950s. As people crowded around it, trying on antique clips, Myra emerged, smiling: ‘Who would’ve thought our quiet morning would turn into a little treasure hunt?’ Turned out, her neighbor had been cleaning out their attic and decided to share the finds.