About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular dropped off his newspaper, he noticed something strange wafting from The Hair Affair's open door—a scent like freshly baked cookies mixed with shampoo and lemon zest. It lingered in the air for hours, drawing curious neighbors and passersby. Soon enough, an elderly lady stopped by to ask if they were baking cookies inside. When she was told it was just the new aroma therapy technique, she smiled and said, 'Well, I’ll take my chances—my hair always smells better after visiting!' And indeed, ever since then, everyone agreed that The Hair Affair had the best-smelling customers around.
2. While waiting for her turn one afternoon, a regular noticed that the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air—oddly enough, it seemed to come from inside the hair salon. Curious, she asked the stylist where the delicious smell was coming from. With a mischievous smile, she replied, ‘Oh, those are just cookies my neighbor brought over for good luck.’ The regular laughed and thought, ‘Next time I’ll bring brownies!’
3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Hair Affair with a truckload of supplies. As he unloaded boxes, he caught a whiff of something unusual—an intoxicating aroma that seemed to come from within the salon itself. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but darkness. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind him: ‘Would you like a trim while you wait?’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a sleepy-haired stylist who had just woken up for her midnight shift. They both burst out laughing, and that’s how The Hair Affair gained its reputation as the city’s most unusual late-night hangout.
4. In the late afternoon, when most customers had left, an elderly gentleman entered The Hair Affair and asked if they could hold his hat. As he waited, he overheard a peculiar announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new line of fragrances is now available in the reception area.’ As he approached the counter, the old man noticed a young stylist applying some mysterious liquid to her hands. Curious, he leaned closer and whispered, 'Is that your new fragrance?' With a smile, she replied, 'No sir, I’m just washing my hands.' The gentleman nodded wisely and said, 'Ah, well then I'll take it!'