About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the Steele Salon’s parking lot, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning—a small wooden box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No note, no tag, just sitting there among the cars. A delivery driver found it later that day, thinking it was lunchtime leftovers. He opened it curiously, revealing not food but dozens of tiny combs and brushes. Word spread quickly: apparently, someone had decided to anonymously gift the salon an entire set of grooming essentials. The next week, everyone brought their own little surprise—hair products, styling tools, even cute hair clips. It became Steele Salon’s unique tradition: anonymous gifts from strangers.
2. At dawn, when most salons are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the Steele Salon and noticed something odd—an old-fashioned typewriter sitting in plain view on the sidewalk. Curious, he picked it up and saw an old business card stuck inside—it read simply ‘Steele Salon’ with a phone number. Smiling, he thought, ‘What a strange place for an antique!’ Later that day, while placing flowers outside, his neighbor asked why there was an ancient typewriter in front of her favorite salon. Turning to her, he shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but I bet they use it for special occasions.”
3. At the Steele Salon, a regular exclaimed in surprise one day: ‘Did you see that bird? It just walked right through the open door!’ Another customer, a delivery driver, shook his head and said, ‘Birds must be new to this salon’s interior design!’ The stylist smiled and replied, ‘Maybe it’s our secret decorating touch.’ And everyone laughed, including the bird who seemed quite content with its unexpected visit.
4. At the Steele Salon, during an early morning session, a stylist heard something unusual over the salon intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new line of hair products is now available.’ The announcement repeated every fifteen minutes for hours on end. Finally, the stylist decided to investigate and found out it was just a neighboring store’s automated ad playing through their faulty intercom system. For weeks after, whenever someone came in complaining about hearing repetitive announcements, she’d smile knowingly and whisper, ‘Oh, you must’ve been to Steele Salon!’