About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Little Scissors usually closed its doors for the night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The streetlight outside flickered on and off in an eerie rhythm. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw a tiny pair of scissors dancing around a mannequin’s head, humming a cheerful tune. Startled, the driver knocked on the door, only to hear a sleepy voice say, ‘Morning already? I was just finishing up!’
2. Late one autumn afternoon, while Little Scissors was quiet and empty, a faint humming sound began drifting through the neighborhood. It grew louder with each passing minute, until finally everyone in town could hear it—like an old-fashioned electric razor, but not quite. Finally, after hours of buzzing, the sound stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The next morning, when the owner opened up Little Scissors, she found a note taped to the door: 'Thank you for the best haircut I've ever had!' signed simply, 'A satisfied customer.'
3. At closing time, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Little Scissors’ intercom: ‘Your haircut is ready—come claim it.’ A delivery driver arrived next morning with a puzzled expression: ‘I brought your usual coffee, but they insisted on adding a haircut.’ A regular popped his head in and asked, ‘Did you finally decide to grow some style?’
4. At midnight, when Little Scissors was already asleep, a familiar voice whispered from outside the door: ‘Open up, I’ve got a special haircut deal!’ The door slowly opened with a creak, revealing an exhausted-looking delivery driver holding a package. 'Just needed someone awake,' he muttered sleepily. The owner smiled and nodded, cutting his hair while chatting about nothing in particular until dawn broke.}