John Olivers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At John Oliver’s hair salon, a regular customer complained one day: ‘Why does my hair always look like I slept on it after leaving here?’ The stylist shrugged and replied, ‘Because you did.’ A few days later, an irate delivery driver stormed in, complaining that his hair looked like he’d been sleeping in a truck cab. The stylist grinned and said, ‘You were!’ And everyone burst out laughing.

2. A young delivery driver pulled up outside John Oliver's hairdressing salon on a hot summer afternoon. Spotting an empty parking space right in front, he parked quickly and rushed inside with his boxes of supplies. But as he reached for the door handle, something strange happened—his reflection in the shop window seemed to wink back at him. As he turned around, he saw John Oliver himself leaning against the counter, drying his hands on a towel. ‘Delivery guy?’ asked Mr. Oliver with a twinkle in his eye. The startled driver stammered out an apology before realizing everyone in town knew each other here—and that maybe he’d just been caught being too eager. With a hearty laugh, John said, “No worries mate, happens every day.”

3. At John Oliver’s hair salon, an unusual announcement came over the speakers during a quiet afternoon: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our stylist has discovered a new hairstyle called “Perfectly Messy.” It requires no maintenance and is guaranteed to make you look like you just stepped off a construction site.’ Soon enough, customers started arriving with dusty boots and hardhats, claiming they needed their 'construction-site-chic' touch-up. One regular even insisted on bringing his own tools—an old hammer and some rusty nails—for authenticity. By closing time, John Oliver himself was sporting a wild mane of tousled hair, proudly proclaiming he’d finally found his perfect messy style.

4. At John Oliver’s hair salon, a delivery driver was making his way through the parking lot when he heard something strange coming from inside. The sound of someone giggling uncontrollably filled the air. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady laughing hysterically while getting her hair styled by Mr. Oliver himself. Turns out she had just discovered that her long-lost niece was in the same salon for a trim. Everyone left smiling—except maybe the poor delivery guy who’d missed his delivery deadline.