Spruce Hair Co

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few months ago, a regular stopped in for his usual trim and noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small, hand-carved wooden comb with an old-fashioned design. No one seemed to claim it, so he took it home as a souvenir. Since then, whenever someone mentions good luck or fortune, people joke that maybe they should visit Spruce Hair Co first. One day, a delivery driver walked in complaining about bad luck—his package was late again. The stylist smiled knowingly and said, ‘Maybe you just haven’t visited us yet.’ After getting his haircut, he won the lottery two weeks later. Now everyone jokes that if you want good luck, don’t ask for it—just go get your hair cut!’

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Spruce Hair Co., puzzled by an unfamiliar sound. Inside, the barbers were humming softly as they worked, but outside… someone was strumming a banjo on the sidewalk. The delivery driver leaned out curiously and asked, ‘Who’s playing that?’ A gruff voice from inside replied, ‘Just our new neighbor, a regular.’ The barbers nodded knowingly, while the banjo continued its merry tune until finally, everyone settled into their routine—except for the occasional twang heard from down the street.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Spruce Hair Co., curious about an unfamiliar humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, it creaked open with a sinister groan. Inside, he saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls—until a voice called out, ‘Hey, you got here just in time for our late-night special!’ Turns out, it was only the owner, Mr. Spruce, who’d been testing his new haunting effects for Halloween. The delivery driver left with a laugh and a free bottle of conditioner, never realizing he’d become part of the story himself.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Spruce Hair Co., wondering why the neon sign was blinking ominously. As he approached, the door creaked open, revealing an old lady with twinkling eyes and a smile that lit up the dimly-lit salon. ‘Welcome, my dear,’ she said in a soft voice. ‘Just in time for our midnight special—an ancient ritual to bring good luck!’ The delivery driver blinked, but soon found himself sitting in a cozy armchair, surrounded by laughing neighbors and a bottle of mysterious potion. By dawn, everyone had shared stories, jokes, and left Spruce Hair Co. feeling refreshed—and definitely not bald.