Mr B’s

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mr B’s and noticed something odd on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside instead of tossing it out. Over the next few days, customers started talking about strange items appearing in their haircuts—antique buttons, tiny whistles, even an old keychain with no visible owner. Finally, one day a regular asked Mr. B what was going on. With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. B revealed that the boxes were actually from his great-grandfather's antique shop, which had been closed for years. He’d inherited the habit of hiding little treasures in each customer’s cut as a way to brighten their day. Everyone laughed, and soon word spread that Mr. B’s wasn’t just a hair salon—it was a place where you could get more than just a trim.

2. One day, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts, an unusual announcement came over Mr B’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please note that today our stylist is experimenting with a new hairstyle for penguins.’ Soon, everyone heard squawking noises coming from behind the curtain. A regular customer, Mr. Smith, leaned forward curiously and asked, 'Is that a real penguin?' The stylist replied calmly, 'No, it's just my latest creation.' Eventually, the penguin-haired penguins paraded out, causing much laughter and applause—except for one delivery driver who kept asking, 'Where's the nearest ice cream shop?'

3. One afternoon, while Mr. B was trimming a customer's beard, he suddenly asked: ‘Do you mind if I try growing a mustache like yours?’ The man looked puzzled but agreed. A week later, Mr. B proudly sported a miniature version of his client’s mustache. His neighbors started greeting him with raised eyebrows and whispered comments behind their hands. Eventually, someone joked that Mr. B had become so good at styling facial hair that he needed to start advertising as a barber instead!

4. On a particularly foggy morning, Mr. B was just lighting up his shop when a familiar voice called from outside. A neighbor knocked on the door, asking if they could borrow some sugar—oddly enough, it was the first time anyone had ever done that. Mr. B laughed and opened the door wider, handing out not only sugar but also a smile. It turned out that their neighbor needed sugar for baking cookies—a tradition every Thursday since childhood—to share with everyone in the neighborhood. From then on, whenever someone popped by for an unexpected visit or forgot something crucial, Mr. B always kept a secret stash of sugar ready.