New Attitude

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside New Attitude and noticed something unusual on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside, only to discover that it contained an old-fashioned comb with a strange inscription. The delivery driver showed the comb to everyone at New Attitude, and soon it became a daily ritual—whenever someone got a particularly good cut or style, they’d say, ‘That’s thanks to the magic comb!’ Even the neighborhood kids started coming for haircuts, just to see if their hair would grow faster too. In the end, the comb turned out to be nothing more than an antique from some old lady next door who used to frequent the salon regularly.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside New Attitude and noticed that the sign had mysteriously changed from ‘hairdresser’ to ‘healing hands’. Curious, he stepped inside only to discover everyone combing their hair with feathers. As he watched in amazement, one of the stylists approached him gently, whispering something about balancing energies. The confused driver left soon after, but ever since, rumors spread around town that New Attitude was more than just a hair salon—it offered spiritual healing too.}

3. One night, while closing up shop, the owner of New Attitude heard an odd humming noise coming from the bathroom. Curious, she peeked inside and found nothing out of place—until she saw her reflection in the mirror. The humming grew louder as she watched, but when she turned around again, everything was quiet. Finally deciding to investigate further, she opened the door wider—and there stood a delivery driver, holding a box of supplies for tomorrow’s clients. He’d been standing outside the bathroom, singing softly to himself. The humming had been his voice all along.

4. One day, after hours of work, the stylist left New Attitude salon through the back door. Suddenly, she heard a tiny voice from behind the dumpster: ‘Mommy, why is that lady talking to her reflection?’ The stylist turned around and saw a little girl peering out from between the garbage bags. 'I'm not talking to myself,' she said gently. The child giggled, 'Then who are you talking to?' The stylist smiled and replied, 'Just my creativity.' And with that, they both laughed as the sun began to set over the city.