Judy's Hair Salon & Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Judy’s Hair Salon & Barbershop, customers often noticed something peculiar when they arrived early in the morning. A little girl, no older than five, would always run up to them with a big smile and ask, ‘Are you here for your haircut today? Mine is already done!’ One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, adjusting his hat. The little girl skipped over, beaming. 'Sir,' she said, 'your hair looks perfect!' He smiled warmly back at her, ruffled her hair gently, and replied, 'Thank you, my dear. Maybe I’ll come here more often.' And ever since then, whenever anyone asked him why he liked Judy’s so much, he’d simply say, 'Because it’s the only place where a five-year-old tells me how great my hair looks!'

2. At Judy’s Hair Salon & Barbershop, early mornings were usually quiet, but one foggy dawn, a delivery driver found himself lost in thought—and ended up cutting someone else’s hair. The delivery driver sheepishly approached Judy, explaining his mistake with a laugh. ‘I hope you don’t mind,’ he said, ‘but your neighbor across the street was kind enough to pose as my client!’

3. At Judy’s Hair Salon & Barbershop, every afternoon around closing time, someone would leave a mysterious package on the front steps. No note, no return address—just an odd assortment of old newspapers, mismatched socks, and once, a pair of antique spectacles. The staff never opened them, always just moved them inside before locking up for the night. One day, after yet another anonymous package appeared, Judy decided to finally peek inside. To her surprise, it contained nothing but a note that read: ‘Forgot my comb again.’ Turned out, it was from a regular who always left his belongings here—and now everyone knew why he never tipped!’

4. At Judy’s Hair Salon & Barbershop, afternoons always seemed to drag on until closing time. But one day, just as the sign flipped to ‘Closed,’ an old man walked in with a mysterious box under his arm. ‘I heard you do great work,’ he said, handing Judy the box. Inside was a vintage comb with an engraved note: “To my favorite barber.” Turned out it was from her long-lost uncle who used to own the salon decades ago.’