Spitfire Barbers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, when most barbershops were quiet, Spitfire Barbers buzzed with an unusual customer—a delivery driver who insisted on getting his hair cut before making his rounds. As he sat in the chair, the barber noticed that the man had a peculiar scent—like freshly baked bread mixed with diesel fumes. When asked why he was so particular about his haircut, the delivery driver replied, 'It’s for my wife; she always complains I smell like work.' The barber smiled and said, ‘Next time bring her here too—we’ll fix both your problems!’

2. One day, while getting a trim from Mr. Jenkins, a little boy entered the shop carrying a strange box. As he approached the counter, his dog started sniffing curiously around the old mirror above the barber’s chair. Suddenly, the dog barked and knocked over an old candlestick on the shelf. Flames licked the wall, but everyone froze—except for the little boy who calmly opened his box, pulled out a tiny fire extinguisher, and sprayed it out in one go. Turns out, he was a kid from next door, always helping his dad with emergencies.

3. At closing time, as Mr. Jenkins was locking up, he heard a voice behind him: ‘Hey, mister, you forgot your comb!’ Mr. Jenkins turned around, but no one was there. Just an empty comb lying on the counter. He smiled and said aloud, ‘Thanks for reminding me, sir!’ Since then, whenever someone forgets something, they leave it at Spitfire Barbers—even if it’s just an old comb.

4. At midnight, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Spitfire Barbers. The neon sign flickered ominously, but inside, the old radio played jazz so loudly that no one noticed the late-hour visitor. Inside, an old regular was getting his usual trim. ‘Evenin’, mate,’ said the barber without looking up from his scissors. The delivery driver nodded and settled into the chair next to him. After a moment, the barber asked, “Who’s your fave jazzman?” The driver replied proudly, “Count Basie.” The barber snorted, “Figures. That’s what everyone says.’