The Standard Hair Co.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most barbershops are quiet, The Standard Hair Co. began buzzing with an unusual hum. A delivery driver noticed first—an eerie whirring sound coming from inside, like someone was cutting hair in the middle of the night. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure with scissors glinting under the moonlight. Inside, a regular was getting his usual trim, but something seemed off—the barber’s hands moved impossibly fast, as if guided by invisible fingers. Startled, the delivery driver knocked on the door, and the next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been just another late-night dream.

2. At closing time, an exhausted delivery driver walked into The Standard Hair Co., muttering under his breath, ‘I’ve had it—no more late deliveries tonight!’ As he stumbled towards the counter, a familiar voice called out: 'Hey, slow down there, big guy!' It was the friendly barista from across the street. Turns out, the delivery driver had visited The Standard Hair Co. before—a regular, in fact—and everyone knew him by now. With a sheepish smile, he paid for his usual trim and left, promising never again to work so late. And indeed, he kept that promise—for exactly one week until another urgent delivery came along.

3. In the early morning, before the first customer arrived, a mysterious figure in a trench coat entered The Standard Hair Co. and asked for a trim that only revealed itself in old photographs. The stylist looked quizzically at the old photo but agreed to give it a try. After an awkward silence, they both laughed when the final result was a perfect match—a tousled wave just like the one from the picture. From then on, whenever someone mentioned ‘the ghost of The Standard Hair Co.,’ everyone smiled and said, ‘Oh, he’s still around—just don’t ask him to part your hair.’

4. In the middle of a hot summer day, while customers were cooling off with ice water, someone asked aloud: ‘Who’s been stealing our free samples from The Standard Hair Co.’s fridge?’ Suddenly, an old lady in the corner giggled and pointed at her freshly styled hair. 'Why, that cheeky stylist must be doing it!' she exclaimed. Everyone burst out laughing—turns out, he was using the samples for his own secret recipe shampoo. A happy ending for everyone except maybe the free sample policy.