Proper Cuts

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Proper Cuts salon, customers often noticed something peculiar: whenever a delivery driver arrived with new supplies, the store’s small terrier would start barking furiously and dash towards the door. No one could figure out why until one day, a little boy visiting his grandmother pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘He’s chasing rainbows!’ It turned out that every time the delivery truck pulled up, its colorful wrapping paper reflected sunlight in just the right way, creating an illusion of dancing rainbows for the little dog. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he acted so strangely, the owner simply smiled and said, 'Oh, our little fellow has quite the eye for beauty!'

2. At Proper Cuts salon, customers began noticing an odd phenomenon. Whenever a new stylist started working late hours, they would hear a faint humming sound coming from the back room. It was so subtle that only those sitting in the very last chair could detect it. One day, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the hum while waiting for his package. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about it—even the old lady next door joined the queue for a trim just to catch the mysterious melody. Turned out, it was simply the owner’s vintage radio playing jazz during closing hours.

3. At Proper Cuts salon, during early morning hours when most shops are closed, a regular would arrive with his dog. The canine had a habit of sitting perfectly still in the waiting area, never barking or moving until exactly 8:30 AM—when he’d suddenly jump up and start wagging his tail wildly. One day, the owner noticed that every time the dog jumped up at 8:30, a delivery driver arrived with fresh supplies. Turned out, the dog was signaling for his morning treat! Since then, they’ve become friends, and now everyone waits patiently for the faithful canine’s antics.

4. At Proper Cuts salon, on foggy mornings when few people pass by, a mysterious figure would occasionally be spotted leaving through the back door. One chilly evening, an elderly gentleman emerged from the shadows, adjusting his freshly cut beard and muttering, ‘Finally got rid of that pesky stubble!’ Turned out it was just their regular customer who always paid cash in the morning.