Vanessa's Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for her usual appointment, Vanessa overheard a regular asking curiously, ‘Do you ever wonder why that old van keeps circling our block?’ Vanessa shrugged and smiled. ‘Maybe he’s just lost,’ she said with a laugh. Suddenly, the van honked loudly and waved—a friendly delivery driver waving back from inside. The regular laughed, shaking his head: “Next time I order flowers online, maybe they’ll deliver them in style!”

2. A delivery driver arrived early one afternoon, fumbling with boxes in the parking lot. As he struggled, an old lady watching from her window waved him over. ‘Need some help?’ she called down sweetly. The startled driver looked up and blushed, muttering thanks as she fetched a chair from inside. Turns out, Vanessa’s beauty salon had just opened its doors for the first time that day—with an unexpected receptionist.’

3. While getting her weekly trim, a regular noticed something odd on the salon’s sign: ‘Today is your lucky day—ask any question and receive an honest answer!’ Curiosity piqued, she dared to ask: what would happen if she asked about her love life? So she asked, and before she could blink, Vanessa looked up from her scissors with a twinkle in her eye: 'Your true love is standing right outside!' Sure enough, there was a delivery driver waiting impatiently at the door. The woman burst out laughing—and so did everyone else when they found out he’d been sent there by coincidence.'

4. While picking up her monthly subscription box from the parking lot, a regular spotted an unusual package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, she opened it to discover a vintage hairbrush adorned with tiny mirrors and beads—just like those from old-time salons. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that each mirror reflected not just her face but also a faint image of Vanessa smiling warmly. Smiling back, our curious friend decided to keep the brush as a keepsake. Months later, while styling her hair, she found herself humming an unfamiliar tune—a little ditty played only by Vanessa’s antique gramophone during old clientele gatherings.