About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in Portland, Oregon, a delivery driver pulled up to Claire’s Beauty Supply. Something unusual caught his eye—a sign reading ‘Open’ when everyone knew it closed at midnight. Curious, he opened the door and found an old lady with a twinkle in her eye. 'Midnight closing is just for customers,' she said with a smile. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and left with a bag full of free samples—an unexpected bonus from Claire herself.
2. In a quiet corner of New Orleans’ French Quarter, Claire’s Beauty Salon had been open for decades. One day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the salon’s loading dock—a tiny ceramic unicorn, seemingly left behind by an earlier delivery. Over time, more and more miniature animals appeared—first rabbits, then ducks, followed by giraffes from far-off lands. Word spread, drawing curious visitors who came not just for haircuts but to see Claire’s magical menagerie. Eventually, one morning, a neighbor knocked on the door with a big box containing a life-sized bronze elephant. ‘It must’ve fallen off the truck,’ he grinned. And so, Claire’s became known as much for its enchanting collection as for its friendly atmosphere.
3. In a small town in Colorado, a delivery driver pulled up to Claire’s one afternoon with a peculiar package. ‘What on earth is this?’ he asked the receptionist, pointing to a large box marked only with an old-fashioned smiley face. The receptionist shrugged and said, 'I’ve no idea.' She opened the box carefully, revealing dozens of tiny bottles filled with glittering liquids. 'Oh my,' she exclaimed, 'it looks like someone sent us a shipment of fairy dust!' The delivery driver laughed heartily as they both agreed it was probably just another odd order from their mysterious supplier.
4. In a sleepy neighborhood of Los Angeles, a delivery driver pulled up to Claire’s one autumn afternoon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an unusual reflection on the salon window—a shadow that seemed to move and whisper something strange. Curious, he peered inside through the glass and saw nothing but a quiet salon. Suddenly, a voice whispered softly behind him: 'Would you like a free facial?' Turning around, he found only an empty chair with a business card reading ‘Claire’s—Beauty for Everyone.’ The delivery driver shrugged and joked, ‘Guess I’ll come back when I’m not so skeptical!’