One Touch Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts and colors, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the salon’s intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your hair today will be tomorrow’s trend!’ The voice continued, 'Just sit back and enjoy the ride!' Before anyone could react, stylists started experimenting with wild new looks on unsuspecting clients. A regular got a mohawk, a delivery driver ended up with neon streaks, while a neighbor now sported a futuristic fade. By closing time, every customer had become part of an unforgettable living art installation.

2. In one corner of the salon’s waiting area, someone had left behind something unusual—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. No note, no tag—just there, amidst the magazines and empty coffee cups. The box was old-fashioned, almost antique-looking, and seemed out of place among modern magazines and smartphones. A few days later, a delivery driver mentioned that he’d seen it before—someone had accidentally left it in his van earlier that week. Turns out, it belonged to an elderly neighbor who used to frequent the salon regularly. Inside were her favorite hairpins and combs, neatly arranged as if she’d just popped out for a moment.

3. In the dimly lit hallway outside the One Touch Beauty Salon, a small dog paused mid-bark. Its nose twitched as it sniffed the air, suddenly alert to something unseen—an old perfume bottle, long forgotten on the dusty shelf. Suddenly, an elderly lady emerged from one of the doors, muttering under her breath about ‘stray dogs ruining her new wax.’ The little pooch froze for a moment, then trotted off with its tail between its legs. Inside, everyone just shook their heads and went back to their appointments, while the lady grumbled about how she’d never understand why anyone would bring their pets here.’

4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver parked his truck near the salon and noticed something peculiar on the passenger seat—an old, dusty photo album with no tags or labels. Curious, he flipped through pages until he found an old receipt for a haircut from ‘98. The stylist’s signature was still legible: ‘Happy Hair Day!’ Suddenly, the lights flickered on, revealing the owner smiling warmly. ‘Welcome,’ she said, ‘we’re open twenty-four seven—for beauty emergencies.’