Hair'z My Forte

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 salon’s intercom. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ it said, ‘we’ve got a new policy here at Hair’z My Forte. If you want your hair styled like a famous person, now’s your chance—just tell us who you’d like to look like today!’ A delivery driver walked up to the counter, smiling sheepishly. 'Can I get my usual?' he asked. The stylist looked confused until he added, 'And make it look like Tom Cruise on Speed.' Everyone burst out laughing, including poor Mr. Cruise's double.

2. In one corner of Hair’z My Forte’s waiting area, someone had left behind something curious—a small, dusty violin case. No one claimed it, so it sat there, gathering curious glances until one day, a regular named Sarah decided to open it during her wait. Inside was an old, tattered sheet music folder with a single note scribbled on top: ‘For my future muse.’ Sarah smiled and thoughtfully placed it back where she found it. A few weeks later, while getting her usual trim, she noticed that the delivery driver humming softly had picked up exactly where the music left off—an unexpected harmony between haircuts and harmonies.

3. While getting her usual trim one day, Sarah noticed something strange—her hairdresser kept humming a tune she recognized from childhood. ‘Do you ever sing that song while cutting everyone’s hair?’ she asked curiously. ‘Oh yes,’ the hairdresser smiled. ‘It calms me down and helps me focus.’ Turns out it was an old lullaby from her grandmother. Sarah left with a newfound appreciation for her hairdresser—and maybe even a bit of nostalgia for songs from long ago.

4. At night, when the salon closed its doors, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted from the empty chairs. No oven stood there, but every customer who passed by swore they could smell it. One day, an old neighbor popped in for a trim and insisted on paying with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. After he left, everyone agreed it was the most fragrant cookie money they’d ever seen. The next morning, the owner found a note on her door: ‘Cookies appreciated, cash not required.’