About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for his usual cut, a regular overheard the stylist whispering to herself, ‘Alter EGO today means something totally different.’ Everyone ignored it until one day, customers started leaving with new hairstyles—none of their own. Soon enough, everyone in town had a little bit of Alter EGO in them. The local delivery driver suddenly sported a mohawk, and even the grumpy old librarian got bangs. One evening, as our regular was leaving, he noticed his stylist wearing a neon pink wig and dancing to techno music. She winked and said, ‘Today’s my turn!’
2. A neighborhood delivery driver pulled up in front of Alter EGO one afternoon, frowning as he carried a heavy box. Suddenly, the door opened wide and a gust of wind blew past him, scattering colorful feathers everywhere. The delivery driver looked around, perplexed, but no one seemed to notice anything unusual. He shook his head and walked inside, where a familiar voice called out: 'Hey, you must be here for our new decor theme!' Turning, he saw only the stylist smiling warmly with a feather duster in her hand.
3. A little girl walked into Alter EGO with her mother one Sunday morning. As she approached the counter, she stopped abruptly and pointed excitedly. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that a unicorn?’ The stylist turned around, her hairbrush frozen mid-air, and gave a sheepish smile. The stylist looked down and realized it was just a tuft of rainbow-colored yarn caught in the light. She laughed softly and said, 'No sweetie, it's just our special decorations.' The girl giggled and went back to playing with her mom's hair, while the stylist finished her brushstroke with an extra flourish.
4. At dawn, when most barbershops are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Alter EGO Style House, puzzled by an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a stylist cutting hair while dancing to invisible music, completely oblivious to everything around him. The delivery driver chuckled and quietly drove away, leaving behind a note on the door: ‘Next time, please turn down your personal playlist.’