The Parlour

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular was getting his usual cut, an odd announcement came over the salon’s speakers: ‘Attention please—your hair is now officially recognized as a member of the local historical society.’ The stylist smiled apologetically and added, 'It seems your locks have been deemed historically significant!' The man looked perplexed but then glanced down at his reflection and burst out laughing. From that day on, whenever anyone entered The Parlour, they’d hear announcements like, 'Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our newest historical figure—Mr. Brown's beard!'

2. One day, while a regular was getting his weekly trim, the radio in the salon suddenly crackled to life with static and then a strange voice began to whisper: ‘Your haircut today might change your luck…’ As the voice continued, the regular glanced around nervously, but everyone else seemed oblivious. When he finally left, his hair looked slightly different—shorter on one side—and he won the lottery that evening. The next week, a delivery driver mentioned casually, 'I got my hair cut there too yesterday.' Sure enough, his package arrived earlier than expected. Soon, every resident had their hair trimmed at The Parlour, waiting for their lucky break. It became known as the town’s secret charm spot.

3. One afternoon, while a regular was getting his monthly style update, the barista from across the street popped her head in and asked, ‘Hey, do you think he’s here for the coffee or just for the conversation?’ The hairdresser smiled and said, 'Probably both, sweetie. That's why they call it The Parlour.' They both laughed, and the barista went back to making lattes, knowing that sometimes conversations are even better than coffee.

4. In The Parlour, while a regular was getting his usual haircut, a small dog suddenly appeared, sniffing curiously around the stylist's chair. No one had noticed it before. Suddenly, the dog jumped onto the stylist’s lap and started licking her face. Everyone burst out laughing, including the regular who exclaimed, ‘Oh no, you’ve met our resident canine customer!’ Turned out the little guy belonged to the shop owner, who’d been quietly tidying up in the back room.