About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts and colors, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Midtown Curls’ intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your curls are officially on sale today!’ A puzzled customer raised her hand: 'Excuse me, do you mean my hair is discounted?' The stylist shrugged: 'Not exactly, hon. Just your curls are temporarily on special.' Later that day, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'So how was business today?' Midtown Curls owner smiled: 'Oh, it was a bit unusual. We sold more curls than ever!'
2. At dawn, when Midtown Curls usually hummed with the quiet chatter of early risers, a delivery driver arrived with a box so heavy he struggled to carry it inside. The owner, puzzled, asked what it contained. ‘Just some special ingredients,’ he replied mysteriously. As days passed, the aroma from Midtown Curls became stronger and more exotic. Soon enough, neighbors started noticing strange noises—like giggling or whispered conversations coming from the salon late at night. One evening, a regular customer finally worked up the courage to ask the owner what was going on. With a sly smile, she revealed that her new secret ingredient was…mint leaves? Turned out, the mysterious deliveries were just fresh herbs for an experimental line of organic shampoos.
3. A delivery driver left their truck unattended one afternoon, and when they returned, they found something peculiar on the dashboard—a small, perfectly coiffed wig. No one claimed it, but ever since then, Midtown Curls has had a new, albeit silent, customer. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in with a newspaper tucked under his arm. He sat down in front of the mirror, and when he was done, he asked, 'Is this how you usually style your customers?' The stylist smiled and replied, ‘Only the ones who come without tipping.’
4. At midnight, when Midtown Curls was supposed to be closed tight, a regular heard something strange coming from the back room. Curious, they peeked around the corner and saw only a delivery driver humming softly as he styled a mannequin’s hair with an old-school curling iron. ‘I thought I heard voices,’ said the regular sheepishly. The driver grinned, ‘Just my new routine—midnight maneuvers.’