About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the old hair salon, ‘Two Women Doing Hair,’ something peculiar started happening every Wednesday afternoon. A little girl, playing outside, would suddenly stop mid-skip whenever she passed the window. Inside, customers noticed that their reflections in the mirrors seemed to be whispering strange advice—until they realized it was just her soft voice, calling out from across the street. One day, a delivery driver stopped by and asked if he could leave his package inside because his hands were full. The girls nodded, but when he left, everyone looked at each other with big smiles—they’d been listening to her stories for weeks now, and it felt like having an unexpected friend next door.
2. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an early bird arrived at Two Women Doing Hair. The streets were quiet, but inside, something unusual was brewing. Inside, a regular customer was already getting his usual trim from one of the owners, while outside a delivery driver waited impatiently for the door to open. Suddenly, a neighbor popped in with a last-minute request for a quick touch-up before heading off to work. By sunrise, Two Women Doing Hair had become the unofficial morning hub for everyone in town—all thanks to their early opening and friendly service.
3. Why did that delivery driver always wave from across the street? No one knew for sure, but everyone agreed it had something to do with the mysterious goings-on at Two Women Doing Hair. One day, a delivery driver brought in an extra box of shampoo and said, ‘This is for you—just leave it behind.’ A neighbor passing by commented, ‘Maybe he’s trying to send a signal!’ And ever since then, whenever someone sees him waving, they yell out, ‘It’s another secret message!’
4. At Two Women Doing Hair, customers often overheard an unusual conversation between the stylists and their mirror. One day, a regular exclaimed, 'Do you think they’re talking to themselves?' Another customer, a delivery driver, leaned in curiously and whispered, ‘I heard one of them say “Can’t I just dye my own roots?” while the other replied, “No, honey, that’s why we’re here!”’ The whole place burst into laughter, making it clear that maybe they were just having a friendly chat after all.