European Wax Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Los Angeles, when most salons were still closed, a regular would arrive at the European Wax Center. He’d quietly slip in through the back door and take his place among the waxing chairs, leaving behind an empty shopping bag. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the staff noticed him sitting there, completely hairless—except for one tiny patch on his chin that looked suspiciously like a mustache drawn with a Sharpie. With a laugh, they asked if he was a delivery driver or just a very dedicated customer. The regular simply smiled and said, ‘I’m here for my monthly surprise.’

2. In the dimly lit hallway of the European Wax Center, a regular noticed something peculiar one afternoon. As he walked past the closed door of an unused room, he heard a faint humming sound, almost like an old record player playing in reverse. Curious, our regular cracked open the door ever so slightly and peered inside. What he saw was an elderly wax model of Elvis Presley, gently swaying back and forth while crooning ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’—obviously stuck on repeat since time immemorial. The regular laughed aloud, realizing it must be some prank by the staff, but couldn’t help smiling at the quirky charm of the place.

3. In the shadowy corner of the parking lot, a delivery driver found an old suitcase wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he opened it to discover… wax figurines of famous celebrities, each one more lifelike than the last. As he inspected them closer, he realized they were actually wax samples from the nearby European Wax Center, used for training new stylists. The driver laughed and decided to take them inside as a surprise gift for his stylist girlfriend—who promptly refused to ever set foot near another wax salon again.

4. In the quiet afternoon of New York City, a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck in the European Wax Center’s loading bay. Among the usual supplies, he spied an oddly familiar item—a small, dust-covered violin case. He opened it curiously and found inside a tiny note: ‘To whoever finds me, please return me to Ms. Johnson’s office.’ Below was scribbled: ‘P.S. I’m not for waxing!’ Turns out, it was just someone’s forgotten instrument. The delivery guy smiled, thinking maybe music really does bring people together.