Removery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Removery beauty salon, customers started noticing something strange—every time a delivery driver left their truck outside, he would mysteriously appear in the mirror, fixing someone else’s hair. Finally, one day a delivery driver parked his truck and walked inside. In the mirror, he saw himself finishing another customer’s hairstyle perfectly. He laughed, realizing it was him who kept ‘helping’ everyone. Since then, whenever anyone asks for help at Removery, they just smile and say, ‘Ask our resident stylist, he’s always around.’

2. At Removery beauty salon, a regular exclaimed one day, ‘I’m starting to think our new neighbor is a ghost!’ Everyone looked up from their magazines and eyebrow pencils. ‘Why would you say that?’ asked the beautician curiously. The neighbor had indeed been dropping off packages every morning around sunrise—too early for anyone else in the building. Turned out he was just an early riser with a quiet job as a delivery driver. Everyone went back to their mani-pedis, laughing, while the neighbor blushed and muttered something about not wanting to disturb them.

3. At Removery beauty salon, a regular noticed an unusual item in the parking lot—a mysterious box labeled ‘Free Samples.’ No sign explained its contents. Curious, she opened it and found tiny bottles of perfume so fragrant they made her head spin. Turns out, the delivery driver had accidentally swapped boxes meant for another store. A few days later, everyone in town was talking about the magical scent wafting from Removery’s parking lot—until someone finally asked the neighbor who kept sneezing uncontrollably if he’d tried any of those samples.

4. At Removery beauty salon, during haircuts and facials, customers began hearing soft whispers over the store’s intercom. They were too vague to understand clearly, but they always seemed to mention someone named ‘Lucky’. One day a delivery driver came in for a facial and heard, ‘Lucky will arrive soon.’ When he asked who Lucky was, everyone just smiled. Turned out, Lucky was the nickname for their lucky lottery ticket that occasionally appeared on the counter. By the end of his treatment, he had won himself a free coffee from the local café—‘from Lucky!’