About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rico’s Barber Shop and noticed something peculiar in the shop’s parking lot—a vintage barbershop chair, seemingly abandoned. Curious, he parked next to it and decided to investigate. As he approached, he heard an old radio playing faintly inside. Inside, sitting in one of the chairs, was an elderly gentleman with a big smile on his face, humming along to the tune. ‘Morning!’ said the man cheerfully. ‘Just waiting for my trim—this place brings back memories.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing that maybe Rico’s wasn’t just any ordinary barbershop.
2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rico’s Barber Shop and noticed an old man standing alone in the mist, muttering something about ‘the perfect trim’. The delivery driver parked his truck and approached curiously. The old man pointed towards the shop door and whispered, 'Just tell him I’m waiting for my usual.' Inside, Rico looked up from cutting another customer’s hair with a smile, saying, 'Another day, same old guy!' As it turned out, the old man had been coming here every morning since Rico opened thirty years ago—just never said a word.
3. A regular stopped by one afternoon with an unusual request. He asked the barber if he could cut his dog’s hair while he waited for his own trim. The barber, a bit taken aback but game for anything, nodded and got to work on the furry customer. Halfway through, the owner of the shop, noticing the commotion outside, popped his head in and exclaimed, ‘Hey, what are you doing? That’s my goldfish bowl!’ The regular laughed heartily as he left, muttering something about needing to get his dog some new toys.
4. One chilly autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rico’s Barber Shop and noticed a strange sight: a neighborhood squirrel had somehow managed to climb onto the shop’s awning and was now fast asleep, its little paws dangling above the street. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it must be one sleepy squirrel indeed. Just as he was about to wake it gently, another customer—a gruff old man—walked out of the barbershop with a big smile on his face. ‘That squirrel,’ he said, patting the sleeping rodent affectionately, ‘has been dozing off there every day for weeks. He’s our unofficial mascot now.’ The driver shook his head, smiling, and drove away, leaving behind yet another quirky tale of Rico’s Barber Shop.