About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably cold morning in July when a delivery driver pulled up to Cypress Beauty Salon. The air-conditioning had been broken for weeks, but today it felt like someone had turned it down to zero. As he opened the door, a blast of freezing air hit him so hard that his teeth nearly chattered out loud. Inside, everyone looked up from their mirrors and hairdryers—except one old lady who kept humming contentedly. ‘Finally!’ she said, noticing him. 'The air’s back on!' Turned out, her hair dryer had accidentally tripped the salon’s ancient thermostat.
2. At closing time one night, a beautician whispered to her colleague, ‘I just saw something strange outside.’ They both peered through the window and watched as a customer entered Cypress salon wearing nothing but a big smile. The beautician giggled, ‘He looks like he’s been delivering smiles all day!’ Her friend nodded, admiring his haircut. The man settled into an armchair with a big grin, and when they finished, he left leaving behind only laughter—and a tip worth smiling about.
3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cypress, puzzled by the soft glow coming from the windows. Who could still be working so late? Curious, he approached the door and heard gentle music and laughter inside. Turns out, it was just a regular Friday night—Cypress was hosting its secret karaoke party for employees only. The delivery driver joined in on a few songs himself before leaving with a smile, thinking to himself, ‘Not bad for a beauty salon!’
4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cypress and noticed something odd. A small dog, its fur standing on end, raced out from under the salon’s awning, barking frantically. Curious, he followed the little bundle of energy inside. Moments later, he found himself in front of an open door, where a sleepy-haired stylist was just finishing up with a customer. ‘Did you see that?’ asked the delivery driver, pointing towards the exit.
‘See what?’ replied the stylist, rubbing her eyes. Glancing down, she giggled. ‘Oh, that must be our new mascot—she sneaks out every morning.’