Gary's Hairbenders

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Gary’s Hairbenders, customers often noticed an odd occurrence late at night—an eager little terrier would dash into the salon, sniffing intently around the empty chairs before bounding back out again, tail wagging. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the dog jump onto the counter and steal a bar of soap, causing quite a commotion. The next day, Gary found a note on his door: ‘Dear Gary, sorry for your lost soap, here’s a new one from our friend.’ Signed simply, ‘A Soapy Neighbor.’

2. At Gary’s Hairbenders, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning after dropping off his kid for a trim. As he walked out, he heard a tiny voice whispering from inside the shop: ‘Mommy, why is that lady’s hair bending like that?’ A delivery driver overheard it and burst into laughter, thinking it was just a child playing tricks. But when he peeked in through the window, he saw nothing but an old lady with perfectly straight hair getting her usual cut. The next day, everyone brought their kids in for a haircut—just to hear the same mysterious whisper again.

3. At Gary’s Hairbenders, a sign above the door started flashing late at night: ‘Haircuts for aliens tonight only!’ No one knew why or who it was meant for, but locals began stopping in just to see if their hair would change color. One evening, an excited delivery driver rushed in and asked for a special cut. Next morning, his truck delivered packages with extra-long strands of hair wrapped around everything. A regular customer later confessed that he’d been cutting locks from old towels, thinking they were real alien hair. The sign eventually stopped blinking, replaced by a simple note: 'Regular cuts only—no extraterrestrial discounts!'

4. At Gary’s Hairbenders, every Wednesday afternoon around three o’clock, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from behind the closed doors. Curious neighbors and passersby would stop to listen, wondering if it were some new hair-styling technique or just an old refrigerator humming away. One day, a delivery driver knocked on the door, asking what that strange noise was. The barber, Gary, grinned and opened the door wide, revealing nothing but empty shelves and a dusty mirror. ‘It’s my secret method,’ he whispered conspiratorially, ‘to keep customers relaxed while they wait.’ Neighbors still stopped by occasionally, never quite believing him, but always smiling and nodding along.