Dao's Hair Cuts

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for her haircut, little Emma noticed something strange outside Dao’s Hair Cuts. A delivery driver kept glancing nervously at an old clock on the wall, muttering under his breath as he adjusted his hat. Finally, he whispered to himself, ‘Why does that clock always show 11:59?’ Just then, the door opened and a neighbor walked in, commenting, “Same time every day, isn’t it?” The delivery guy sighed, shook his head, and muttered, “I’ll never understand why they close exactly one minute before noon.”

2. One day, as a delivery driver pulled up to Dao’s Hair Cuts, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw no one—just rows of empty chairs and mirrors reflecting nothing but shadows. Suddenly, he noticed a small sign on the wall that read ‘Haircuts for Shadows Only.’ Smiling to himself, the delivery driver left his package and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Moments later, a deep voice echoed through the salon: “Welcome, new shadow. Your haircut will be ready in… five minutes.” The driver looked around, confused, until he realized everyone else was also just a reflection. That night, Dao’s Hair Cuts became famous for its unique service—shaping shadows for those who couldn’t make it themselves.

3. While waiting for her turn at Dao’s Hair Cuts, an elderly lady exclaimed, ‘I swear, every time I come here, that old clock on the wall moves backward!’ The stylist just smiled and said nothing. Finally, it was the elderly lady’s turn. As she sat in front of the mirror, she asked the stylist with a twinkle in her eye, ‘So, does your magical clock ever move forward today?’ The stylist grinned and replied, ‘Only when you leave, ma’am.’

4. In the early hours of dawn, when Dao’s Hair Cuts should have been quiet and empty, a delivery driver arrived with a heavy box. As he struggled to unload it, he overheard a voice whispering from inside the salon: 'Just one more trim, please.' Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw only dusty mirrors and empty shelves. Then, from behind him came a soft laugh: ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ said a familiar voice. Turning around, he found an old man in a tweed suit, who introduced himself as Mr. Lee, a regular customer from down the street. ‘You’ve always wanted a new haircut, haven’t you?’ asked Mr. Lee with a twinkle in his eye.