Longview Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old man walked into Longview Barbershop and asked the barber, ‘Do you ever cut hair that’s never been washed?’ The barber looked puzzled but replied, 'No, sir, I don't.' The old man then pulled out a coin from his pocket and said, 'Well, here's your lucky day—I'll bet you can't handle my hair!' And with that, he sat down in the chair without so much as a drop of water near him. The barber took a deep breath, smiled, and started cutting, muttering under his breath, 'This could be interesting...'

2. While getting a trim one afternoon, a regular leaned over to the barber and said, 'You know, I keep hearing strange noises coming from behind that wall.' The barber raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘Really? That’s odd.’ They both looked at each other with curiosity. A few days later, after finishing another customer's cut, they gently knocked on the wall together—only to hear a muffled voice shout, ‘Hey! What are you doing?!’ Turning around, they found their neighbor standing there, holding his toolbox, completely unaware of the commotion he’d caused.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Longview Barbershop with his headlights off. As he sat waiting for the barber, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. The humming grew louder, and suddenly, an old man appeared in the doorway, combing his beard with a rusty brush. ‘What’s that noise?’ asked the perplexed delivery driver. The barber smiled and replied, “That’s just my electric razor, son.” He then winked and said, “Come on in, I’ll fix you up real nice!” The driver relaxed, got a trim, and left with a hearty laugh—never again hesitating to turn on his headlights.

4. One day, while waiting for his turn in Longview Barbershop, a neighbor noticed something peculiar on the wall above the mirror. Each time he visited, a new vintage poster appeared—always of places he’d never been but always seemed familiar. Finally, one day, an old poster of a Russian dacha caught his eye—a quaint wooden house surrounded by birch trees. The neighbor laughed and asked the barber if he had any more posters like that. ‘Nope,’ replied the barber with a smile, ‘but I can tell you it’s not from around here!’ Turned out, the whole collection was just the barber’s way of entertaining customers on slow days.