European Wax Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, after closing hours, a mysterious voice began announcing over the store’s intercom: ‘Your hair is not as perfect as it could be.’ Employees soon noticed that the message only played when no one was around. One day, an enthusiastic new employee answered back, thinking it was just another prank: 'Actually, my hair is FINE!' The intercom then blared, 'VERY fine, but you missed a spot on your earlobe.' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just the wax center's version of a friendly neighborhood watch.

2. In the early mornings before dawn, when the streets were quiet and the city slept, someone started leaving strange notes in the parking lot of European Wax Center. They were always written in neat handwriting on plain white paper, asking simply: ‘Is it safe to wax here?’ One day a delivery driver found one such note with a smiley face drawn next to the question. Curious, he decided to ask the manager. Turned out, an anxious neighbor had been writing them after hearing too many horror stories online. By noon, everyone was laughing about it, and the notes stopped appearing—replaced instead by little jars of honey-scented wax with a friendly note inside.

3. At midnight, when the city slept, a faint humming could be heard coming from inside the usually empty building. A delivery driver passing by stopped to investigate and found an old man, busily waxing mannequins and muttering to himself in perfect French. Curious, he asked what the old man was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the stranger replied that he was preparing the mannequins for their grand opening in Paris next week. Turned out, it was just an eccentric owner working late on a special project. The delivery driver left with a smile, wondering if anyone else would ever notice the charming European touch hidden within the ordinary wax center.

4. At closing time, a soft click echoed through the empty salon as a regular whispered, ‘I wonder if tonight will be the night they finally open.’ One evening, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe they’re waiting for their waxing license from Mars!’ And just like that, the door swung open with a loud *WHOOSH*, revealing a line of customers stretching out the door—all wearing matching space helmets.