OEB Barber Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular walked into OEB Barber Shop and announced to the barber: ‘I just saw a guy riding a unicycle down Main Street!’ The barber raised an eyebrow but nodded nonchalantly. Since then, every now and then someone would mention seeing strange things around town—people playing ukuleles on street corners or dancing penguins in the park. Finally, one day a delivery driver entered the shop with a straight face and said, ‘Did you hear? There’s a talking squirrel living under City Hall.’ The barber smiled and replied, ‘No wonder our meetings are always so interesting!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to OEB Barber Shop one afternoon and asked the owner, ‘Do you know why they call it a trim when I’m here but a shave when I go to the barbershop down the street?’ The owner thought for a moment and replied, ‘Well, my friend, in your shop they use a machine, while here we use a straight razor.’ The delivery driver nodded wisely and said, ‘Ah, now I get it—here it’s a trim because you’re careful not to cut me!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the regulars having their morning shaves.

3. A little boy ran into OEB Barber Shop, pointing excitedly at something outside. ‘Dad,’ he exclaimed, ‘look at that bird—it’s talking!’ The father chuckled, but when he stepped out, he saw nothing unusual—just an ordinary sparrow chirping away. Just then, a delivery driver walked in, scratching his head. 'Did anyone else hear that?' he asked. Everyone shook their heads, and the barber laughed, cutting a few stray hairs. 'Probably just your imagination,' he said with a smile. Outside, the bird continued its innocent chatter.

4. One night, as the last customer left OEB Barber Shop, a soft humming started coming from inside. The next day, every patron heard it too—a gentle, almost musical buzzing that seemed to follow them home. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it—was it the barbers’ secret instrument? Or just an old radio hidden somewhere? One morning, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked for his usual cut. Afterwards, he smiled and said, ‘I think I found the source—it’s just the sound of contented customers leaving your shop.’ Everyone laughed, realizing sometimes life’s little mysteries are best enjoyed without solving.