Floyd's 99 Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his trim, little Timmy kept staring at an old mirror behind the barber’s chair. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Dad, look! The reflection of Floyd is talking to himself!’ The father squinted suspiciously but then laughed heartily. 'Son,' he said, 'that’s just Floyd practicing his new hairstyle in the mirror.' Little Timmy giggled, relieved, as Floyd turned around with a big smile—his usual friendly self, not a bit perturbed by the boy’s observation.}

2. One day, as Mr. Jenkins sat patiently in Floyd’s chair, he noticed something peculiar coming from outside—an odd humming sound like bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Curious, he looked out the window and saw nothing but empty streets. The hum grew louder, almost like a distant party was happening right outside. Suddenly, Floyd turned around with a big smile, holding up a small radio. ‘Just my new invention,’ he said proudly. ‘It plays the most soothing sounds while you’re getting your haircut.’ Mr. Jenkins laughed and nodded, realizing that maybe Floyd had found yet another way to make his customers feel relaxed—and slightly amused.

3. One afternoon, while browsing through Floyd’s vintage magazines, a delivery driver found an old newspaper clipping with a cryptic message: ‘The next great barber will discover this secret.’ Intrigued, he showed it to Floyd who grinned and said, 'That was my grandfather's shop back in the day.' The driver became Floyd's apprentice, learning secrets from old clippings until one day, while cutting hair for a regular, he accidentally styled his afro like a poodle. Everyone burst out laughing, including Floyd, who declared him the new master of Floyd’s 99 Barbershop.

4. One morning, while getting his usual cut, a regular heard an odd announcement over the shop’s speakers: ‘Attention customers—if you’ve ever dreamed of having a mustache like our barber, now is your chance!’ Soon enough, a delivery driver walked in and asked excitedly, ‘Can I get that special mustache too?’ The barber nodded enthusiastically and proceeded to give him the exact same style. By afternoon, Floyd’s was full of men sporting identical mustaches—and one very confused neighbor knocking on the door, asking why everyone looked exactly alike.