About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a regular was getting his usual cut, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from behind the counter. It grew louder with each stroke of the scissors, like someone tuning an invisible instrument. Curious, he turned around and saw an old man with a wide smile, holding a tiny guitar made of hair clips and rubber bands. ‘I’m just tuning my new instrument,’ said the man, adjusting his spectacles. The regular laughed, realizing it was the delivery driver playing along to keep him entertained during slow days. From then on, whenever anyone visited Play Hair Lounge, they might catch a tune or two—an unexpected musical treat from their friendly neighborhood barber.’
2. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Play Hair Lounge, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw something peculiar: the stylist was cutting hair… with her eyes closed. Curious, he knocked on the door. The stylist opened her eyes and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Morning! Just getting into the zone.’ Turns out she’d been practicing blindfolds for meditation. A regular later commented, ‘She cuts better when she can’t see!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Play Hair Lounge and noticed something peculiar. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the familiar aroma of shampoo and hairspray. Curious, he knocked on the door, only to be greeted by an elderly gentleman in a chef’s hat who offered him a warm cookie. Turns out, the owner was also a passionate baker and would occasionally whip up batches of fresh treats for his loyal customers. The delivery driver left that night with more than just a trim—his heart filled with a sweet sense of community.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Play Hair Lounge and noticed something peculiar: the faint sound of laughter coming from inside the closed salon. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty chairs and mirrors. But then, out of nowhere, a stylist emerged with a mischievous smile, carrying a bottle of shampoo and asking, ‘Are you here for a late-night haircut?’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just a prank by a regular. As he drove away, though, he heard someone whispering softly in the distance—‘Next time, bring cash!’