About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular named Alice walked into Hair by Casey Smernoff and asked the stylist, ‘Casey, why does my hair always look like I’m dancing when I leave here?’ Casey looked puzzled for a moment, then said with a smile, 'Alice, it's because you're dancing in your head while you walk out!' The two laughed, and from that day on, whenever anyone left Hair by Casey Smernoff looking lively, they were told, 'You must be doing some serious head-bobbing!'
2. One day, while getting her usual trim, a little girl named Emma started giggling uncontrollably as she pointed towards the wall mirror. Her mom looked over curiously but saw nothing unusual—until she noticed the stylist, Casey, had drawn an elaborate mustache on her own reflection. The mom burst out laughing too, and before anyone could react, Casey quickly drew mustaches on everyone’s reflections—even hers! From then on, Hair by Casey became known for its unique ‘mustache Mondays,’ where customers left with smiles and stories to tell.
3. At dawn, when most salons are quiet, an early bird customer arrived at Hair by Casey Smernoff. As she settled in for her routine cut, she noticed something peculiar on the wall calendar. Suddenly, among the usual appointments and special offers, there was a cryptic note scribbled in pencil: ‘Casey’s secret client, 9 am.’ Curious, our lady asked the stylist what it meant. With a mischievous smile, Casey replied, “Just ignore it—probably just another neighbor needing a quick trim.” The woman shrugged it off but couldn’t help noticing that same mysterious message appeared every week. Turned out, it was indeed Casey’s way of saying hello to her favorite regulars without making things too obvious.
4. At midnight, when even streetlights grow dim, a delivery driver pulled up outside Hair by Casey Smernoff with a box of rare vintage shampoos. The salon was closed, but as he unlocked the door, he heard whispers from the empty chairs. As he opened the box, an old bottle rolled out and landed on the counter, playing soft jazz music. Startled, the driver looked around—only to see Casey’s ghostly reflection in the mirror, humming along. With a smile, she whispered, ‘Thanks for the groovy tunes!’ Then vanished into thin air.