About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for her usual appointment, a regular noticed something peculiar in the salon’s parking lot—a mysterious bottle of rum hidden behind a bush. She mentioned it casually to the receptionist, who shrugged it off as someone’s forgotten belongings. But every day after that, another strange item appeared: a vintage cocktail shaker, then an old-fashioned bar sign, and finally, a complete collection of antique bottles. Finally, one day, an entire vintage bar set-up appeared—complete with neon signs and vintage glasses. The owner, puzzled but intrigued, decided to keep everything. Soon enough, Rum Z Salon & Spa became known not just for its haircuts but also for its legendary late-night cocktails. And whenever anyone asked where all those items came from, they’d smile mysteriously and say, ‘Oh, our friendly neighborhood delivery driver dropped them off.’
2. While getting her weekly trim, a regular suddenly heard an odd humming sound coming from the back room. Curious, she peeked inside and saw the stylist softly singing along with her electric clippers—an unexpected harmony that left everyone smiling. Just then, a delivery driver walked in carrying a heavy box. He tripped over his own feet, but instead of dropping everything, he gracefully landed on the stylist’s chair! Everyone burst out laughing as the stunned regular helped him up, while the stylist continued clipping away, completely oblivious to the commotion.
3. While getting her monthly highlights done, a regular started noticing strange reflections on the salon mirrors—were they really there, or just her imagination? One day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the same reflections too. Soon enough, everyone in the salon was talking about it. Turned out, it was just an old VHS tape stuck behind the mirror, playing some random 80s dance party. The regular laughed it off, saying she’d rather believe it was magic than ordinary tape debris.
4. At dawn, when most salons are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rum Z Salon & Spa. Something seemed off—all the lights were on, but no music played. The delivery driver knocked gently, and an unfamiliar voice answered from inside: ‘Just a sec, I’m blow-drying my neighbor’s hair!’ The door opened, revealing the stylist in her robe, holding a towel around herself and another customer’s head. ‘Oh,’ she said, noticing the intruder. ‘You’re early today.’ The delivery man laughed nervously as they both realized it was still pitch-black outside.