Hair Masters

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a regular was getting his usual cut at Hair Masters, he noticed something odd coming from behind the counter—a faint but distinct scent of freshly baked cookies mixed with shampoo and conditioner. Curious, he asked the stylist if she had been baking treats for everyone. She shook her head, puzzled, as no one else seemed to notice the strange aroma. Finally, another customer mentioned it—an elderly lady who came in for a trim. It turned out that her granddaughter worked part-time at Hair Masters and occasionally brought in homemade cookies for everyone. The whole place smelled like home on a Sunday afternoon. Everyone laughed, and the regulars started waiting for those unexpected cookie breaks.

2. One day, as a regular was leaving Hair Masters with a new hairstyle, he noticed something strange on the street: a package delivered directly to him, addressed simply ‘To Our Best Customer.’ Curious, he opened it to find a small card reading: 'Congratulations on your new look! Enjoy your free bottle of conditioner.' Turns out, it was just an elaborate marketing stunt from Hair Masters—complete with a delivery driver pretending to be his neighbor.

3. A delivery driver pulled up outside Hair Masters one afternoon, carrying boxes of fresh-cut flowers. As he opened the back door, a fragrant cloud wafted out and enveloped the entire salon. The aroma was so intense that even the resident cat started sniffing curiously around the reception area. A regular customer walked in just then, commenting, 'I thought I smelled springtime!' The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, explaining it was his girlfriend’s surprise bouquet delivery. Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the whole place smelled like love and freshly cut grass.

4. At Hair Masters, every Wednesday around sunset, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafts through the salon. Regulars claim it’s just an old oven warming up, but some swear it’s the ghostly handiwork of the original owner's wife, who used to bake treats for customers. One day, a new intern walked in during cookie-scent time and sniffed suspiciously. ‘This doesn’t smell like an oven,’ she whispered. Before anyone could react, her phone buzzed with a message: “Hey, Hair Masters—your weekly batch of cookies is ready!” Turns out, it was just the local bakery delivering on Wednesdays.