About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins would often sit outside D.Miller Hair Lounge, quietly sipping tea from his favorite china cup. One evening, he noticed something peculiar: every Wednesday, exactly at six o’clock, a mysterious figure in a fedora would enter the salon and emerge wearing a completely different hairstyle. Curious, Mr. Jenkins decided to follow the stranger one week. To his surprise, the man turned out to be just a delivery driver who changed his look daily for fun. The next Wednesday, the driver walked into the salon again, sporting a new style—and Mr. Jenkins, sitting outside with his tea, cheerfully greeted him as ‘a regular.’
2. At dawn, a delivery driver arrived early with boxes of shampoo. As he unlocked the door, he noticed an old newspaper clipping taped to the wall. Curious, he read aloud: 'Best Haircut in Town Since 1947.' But when he looked closer, the date on the clipping said 1987. Confused, he asked around and found out that every time someone new worked there, they’d discover another old clipping from a different year—all claiming to be the best since some random decade. Turns out it was just an inside joke among the staff, meant to keep things interesting for visitors. The delivery guy laughed it off, thinking, ‘Now I know why people come here!’
3. ‘Hey,’ said a regular one day, ‘I just saw something strange.’ He pointed towards the window, where a small bird kept flying into the reflection of the salon’s sign. A delivery driver shook his head and laughed, saying, 'It must be that old bird's first time seeing a reflection in glass.' The regular nodded with a smile, adding, 'Maybe it's our little resident trying to join the stylist team!'
4. One morning, while getting her hair styled, Mrs. Thompson noticed something peculiar. Her little granddaughter, sitting in the waiting area, suddenly giggled and pointed towards the window. 'Grandma,' she whispered excitedly, 'look who’s walking backwards!' Mrs. Thompson turned around curiously, but saw only a delivery driver calmly making his way down the street. ‘He must be new here,’ she thought with a smile. The stylist finished her haircut, and as they left, Mrs. Thompson heard another childish voice from inside: “Grandma, look again!” They both looked back just in time to see the same man, now walking forwards.’