Therapy Hair Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived at Therapy Hair Studio one morning with a box of colorful bobbles for decorating manes. As he unpacked them, he noticed something peculiar: every time he touched a pink bobble, the radio in the salon played an old country song about love and loss. Finally, after delivering all the bobbles, our delivery driver went outside to stretch his legs. Suddenly, he heard another familiar tune coming from inside—this time it was an upbeat jazz number. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a pink bobble dancing on its own atop a chair. ‘Guess I’ll be back tomorrow,’ he smiled, knowing full well that Therapy Hair Studio had just welcomed its newest employee.’

2. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an old man walked into Therapy Hair Studio carrying a mysterious bag. The receptionist raised an eyebrow as he whispered something about ‘special ingredients’. The old man emerged from the salon with a satisfied smile and a new hairstyle that looked like it belonged to someone much younger. As he left, the receptionist shook her head and muttered, 'Another regular who thinks a little dye and some gel can fix everything.'

3. One day, while stocking shelves in the salon’s supply room, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the top shelf—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious, he picked it up, but before he could open it, the manager called out: ‘Hey, that doesn’t belong here!’ The delivery driver pretended not to notice, casually placing the mysterious package back where he found it. Later that evening, as he was leaving, he heard someone humming softly behind him. Turning around, he saw an old lady smiling warmly and saying, 'That’s our secret stash of holiday treats—don’t tell anyone!'

4. In the late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Therapy Hair Studio and unloaded boxes. Among the usual supplies, he spotted something peculiar—a small wooden chest, wrapped in dusty fabric. Curious, he opened it to find an old comb with intricate carvings. ‘What’s this?’ he muttered, glancing around nervously. Just then, a friendly voice from behind said, “Oh, that? It’s our secret styling tool for special occasions.” The story ended there, leaving everyone laughing over a cup of tea.