The Curious Comb

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical New England autumn, when most people were still dreaming their Sunday best dreams, a delivery driver pulled up to The Curious Comb salon. Something about that day felt different—even the usually bustling streets seemed hushed and mysterious. As he approached the door, a faint scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. Inside, amidst the usual chatter of customers, a regular was explaining his latest golf strategy while an old neighbor discussed the perfect recipe for pumpkin pie. The delivery driver smiled, realizing it was just another ordinary Sunday at The Curious Comb—a place where everyone’s hair had its own story to tell.

2. In the dim light of an early-morning barbershop, a regular growled at his reflection, ‘Why do they always cut my hair so short?’ The barber, grinning mischievously, replied, ‘Because you never sit still!’ A delivery driver slouched in the chair, muttering under his breath. 'This is the third time this week!' The barber raised an eyebrow and asked, 'What’s wrong now?' With a sigh, the driver pointed at his head, saying, “It keeps growing where I don’t want it!” The barber laughed heartily and replied, ‘Welcome to being human!’

3. At closing time one night, the Curious Comb’s receptionist noticed something odd—a tiny pug puppy had wandered into the salon and was sniffing curiously around the shampoo bowls. She called out gently, and much to everyone's surprise, the little dog trotted over to her, wagging its tail and holding a business card in its mouth—clearly a regular customer who’d forgotten it earlier that day. The receptionist smiled, knowing exactly what to do next.

4. At closing time one night, the Curious Comb’s receptionist noticed something odd—an envelope taped to the mirror with trembling handwriting: ‘Please comb my hair in your dreams tonight.’ From that day on, whenever a new customer walked in, the receptionist would ask if they’d like their hair combed during the night. And every now and then, someone would come in with a mischievous smile, saying, ‘I think I left some knots needing untangling.’