About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Stl + Lthr Barber Co., frowning as he adjusted his package. ‘I swear,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘this place is cursed.’ As he approached the door, it creaked open on its own, sending him jumping back. A regular walked out, scratching his head and muttering, 'This place always makes me late.' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, 'Curse or not, I’ll be here for another shave tomorrow!'
2. Early one foggy morning, as customers were just arriving at Stl + Lthr Barber Co., a delivery driver pulled up with a mischievous smile on his face. He carried a large crate marked ‘Special Order,’ and whispered something to the owner that had everyone’s curiosity piqued—though no one dared ask what was inside until it was too late. Finally, the owner opened the crate with a dramatic flourish, revealing… a new set of combs? Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another prank. From then on, whenever someone walked in early, they’d find a mysterious package waiting, filled with nothing but funny little surprises. It became part of the barbershop’s charm.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck across from Stl + Lthr Barber Co. and noticed something strange—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the barbershop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows moving behind the mirrors. The next day, everyone in town started talking about it. Soon enough, people started showing up at the shop asking for ‘the guy who cuts hair like magic.’ It turned out that an old-timey radio was hidden behind the counter, playing vintage jazz tunes whenever someone sat down. Word got around, and before long, Stl + Lthr Barber Co. became the coolest spot in town—not because of any supernatural events, but thanks to their awesome music and friendly service.
4. At closing time, an old man walked into Stl + Lthr Barber Co., muttering under his breath: ‘Finally found somewhere that doesn’t recognize my face.’ The barber nodded knowingly and said, 'You’re here every Thursday, aren’t you?' The old man grinned sheepishly and replied, 'Guess I forgot to mention it.' As he left, he muttered again, 'At least they remember me now...'