About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package for Smooth As Silk's owner. The box seemed innocuous enough until he opened it—inside was a perfectly coiffed hairdo that insisted on sitting up and waving. The hairdo kept smiling and nodding at everyone who walked in, as if greeting old friends. Owner shrugged it off, thinking it was just another prank from a regular customer. By closing time, however, the hairdo had found its way onto the reception desk, where it happily chatted with the neighbors stopping by for a chat. Nobody dared touch it—they were too afraid of what might happen next.
2. A neighbor stopped by late afternoon, carrying a strange box wrapped in old newspapers. Curious customers watched from behind the window as he carefully placed it on the counter and whispered something to the manager. The manager nodded knowingly, unwrapped the box, revealing an ancient hairbrush with intricate carvings. He smiled and said, 'Our secret ingredient for perfect silky hair.' The neighbor winked at everyone watching, then left without another word. Since that day, Smooth As Silk has been using that antique brush—though no one’s quite sure if it makes any difference.
3. One day, as customers were getting their hair done, a soft voice came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could the owner of a small blue purse please come to reception?’ A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman walked up to the counter, holding a tiny blue purse under his arm. He explained that it belonged to him, and had been in his car for years. The stylist laughed and said, 'Sir, you’ve been coming here for months—we never noticed!' Everyone burst out laughing, and the old man left with his little treasure, smiling broadly.
4. While waiting for her turn, a regular noticed something odd on the wall—a small mirror that seemed to follow you around the room. "I thought mirrors were supposed to reflect reality, not chase after you," she whispered. Finally, it was her turn. As she sat down, the mirror stopped moving and fixed itself on the wall. ‘Smooth as silk indeed,’ she muttered, only to realize the mirror had vanished altogether—replaced by a smiling neighbor who’d been waiting in line behind her. “Hey,” he said, “you’re late for our weekly coffee date!”