The Boardroom

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At The Boardroom salon, a little girl giggled when her mom pointed out that the new perfume scent reminded her of bubble gum. But what she didn’t notice was how every time someone used it, the receptionist’s pug would perk up its ears and start sniffing around excitedly. One day, an elderly gentleman came in for his monthly trim. As he left, the receptionist noticed something odd—he kept smelling the air after leaving, as if trying to catch a whiff of that mysterious scent. Turns out, his dog back home had been going nuts whenever he wore that exact same perfume! Since then, everyone at The Boardroom jokes that maybe our resident canine has a secret crush on our regular customers.

2. At The Boardroom salon, a regular asked his stylist with a straight face: ‘Do you ever get customers who fall asleep and wake up bald?’ The stylist gave him an equally serious look and replied, ‘Oh yes, it happens quite often.’ They both burst out laughing, realizing that their joke had become a running gag among regulars.

3. At The Boardroom salon, an elderly gentleman entered one morning, smelling faintly of freshly baked bread. His stylist raised an eyebrow but said nothing until she noticed he kept glancing at the wall clock. Finally, when she asked him what time it was, he smiled and replied, ‘Just checking if my loaf is done baking.’ Turned out, he’d brought his own bread for her to toast while she worked on his hair—an old family tradition. Everyone in the salon laughed, and from then on, everyone knew The Boardroom wasn’t just a hairdresser’s—it was also a neighborhood bakery!’

4. At The Boardroom salon, a sign on the door read: ‘Today’s special: perfect ponytails guaranteed or your money back!’ A delivery driver stopped in for a trim and couldn’t help but snicker as he signed the register. As he left, the delivery driver overheard one of the stylists whispering to another, ‘I wonder if he’ll come back for a touch-up.’ Later that day, an older gentleman walked in with a perfect ponytail—and a suspicious-looking receipt from The Boardroom.’