About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside McKee Hair & Nails with a crate of colorful polish. As he unpacked it, he noticed an unusual pattern on one bottle's label—a tiny mustache and goatee. By lunchtime, every nail in town seemed to sport that same stylish facial hair. Word spread quickly around town—was it a fashion statement or just a prank? Soon enough, men started asking for ‘the McKee mustache’ during their manicures. Before long, McKee Hair & Nails became known not only for its expert services but also as the place where you could get your nails done—and maybe even pick up some stylish facial hair inspiration.
2. At dawn, when most salons were still dreaming, an old cat began appearing on the steps of McKee Hair & Nails. Every morning, without fail, it would sit there until the first customer arrived. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box full of fresh flowers for no apparent reason. Thinking quickly, he placed them next to the cat and pretended they were his idea all along. The cat accepted the gift gracefully, as if it had planned everything from the start. From then on, McKee’s customers joked that the feline was either the salon’s secret partner or its most loyal client.
3. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside McKee Hair & Nails with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he placed it on the counter, the salon staff noticed something unusual—a tiny pair of scissors peeked out from under the wrapping. Curious, one of the stylists opened the box and found only a small note inside: ‘For your next big cut!’ The staff laughed it off until they saw the delivery driver had vanished into thin air. From that day on, whenever someone got their hair done at McKee Hair & Nails, they’d ask for ‘the special trim.’
4. At dawn, when most salons were still quiet, a mysterious note appeared on McKee Hair & Nails’ door: ‘Open only when you hear three knocks.’ Curious customers started arriving precisely on time, but no one ever knocked. Finally, after weeks of waiting, an old lady arrived and softly tapped on the door twice—then paused. A delivery driver, thinking it was his third knock, knocked once more. The salon doors swung open, revealing a brightly lit interior filled with happy clients enjoying their haircuts and manicures. Turned out, the note meant that the place would open whenever someone accidentally counted four knocks instead of three.