About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably cold autumn morning when The Hair Lab opened its doors. A delivery driver pulled up in his truck, shivering slightly despite his heavy coat. As he approached the door, a warm fragrance of freshly brewed coffee wafted out, drawing him inside. The Hair Lab turned out to be more than just a salon—it was also a cozy café. The delivery driver ordered a steaming cup and struck up a conversation with a regular who happened to be getting a trim next door. By the time he left, his mood had lifted, and he swore he’d never complain about the weather again—until next week.
2. A little girl walked into The Hair Lab with her mother, and as soon as she saw the stylist’s chair, she burst out laughing. Her mom asked why, but all the child could do was point and giggle some more. Finally, the stylist turned around, curious about what had everyone so amused. To their surprise, there was a tiny teddy bear sitting in the empty chair, fast asleep with its head resting on the comb. Everyone burst out laughing, including the little girl who finally explained that it was her bear’s first visit ‘for a haircut’.
3. While waiting for her appointment, a lady overheard two stylists whispering about something strange happening in the bathroom. ‘Did you see that?’ one said, pointing towards the back room. ‘Every time Mr. Johnson comes in, he disappears for hours!’ Curious, she decided to investigate and found an old cat sleeping soundly in front of the closed door. Turns out, Mr. Johnson was just his nickname—everyone knew him as Fluffy.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to The Hair Lab one afternoon, only to notice a peculiar package on the backseat of his truck. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover a tiny pair of scissors inside, wrapped in tissue paper, with no return address. Confused and slightly amused, the driver brought the mysterious package into The Hair Lab. The owner, an eccentric old lady named Mrs. Jenkins, took one look and burst out laughing. ‘Oh dear boy,’ she said, patting him on the shoulder, ‘those are my special scissors for trimming roses!’