Broken Arrow Barber Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling into their chairs, an announcement crackled over the barbershop’s speakers: ‘Attention everyone—your haircuts today will be sponsored by the length of your beard!’ A delivery driver with a week-old stubble leaned back in his chair and grinned, 'Finally, something I can win!' The next customer—a quiet old gentleman—looked up from his newspaper and muttered, 'This better not take longer than my usual cut.' By lunchtime, every face in town had a story to tell, but no one seemed to mind—they’d all gotten a free haircut out of it.

2. At dawn, when most barbershops are quiet, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the door, the old sign above flickered ominously, reading ‘Open’ in faded letters. The delivery driver carefully unwrapped the package and found inside an ancient comb and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Use this on your next customer.’ That afternoon, the barber used it on a regular who exclaimed, ‘This feels like magic!’ The barber shrugged and replied, ‘It’s just our secret ingredient.’

3. At first light, before any customers dared venture inside, a delivery driver pulled up in front of Broken Arrow Barber Company. He got out carrying a large box wrapped in brown paper, and whispered something strange to himself. He carefully placed the box on the porch and tiptoed away. Inside, the barbers were just lighting their morning cigarettes when they heard a soft thud. One of them cracked open an eyelid and saw a small note sticking out from under the door. ‘Open me,’ it read. The barbers exchanged glances, shrugged, and went back to cutting hair—after all, who could resist such an invitation?’

4. At sunset, when the last customer had left and the barber closed up shop, a neighbor noticed something peculiar. The old sign outside, which had been silent for years, began softly humming a tune. Curious, the neighbor approached closer and heard the song growing louder—an old-timey tune about lost keys. Inside, the barber was humming along, completely oblivious. Turned out his glasses were on crooked, blocking his view of the new-fangled key-shaped sign that now lit up every evening at dusk.