Bushwick Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up outside Bushwick Barbershop one morning and noticed something odd on the back seat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside to ask if anyone recognized it. The barbers looked perplexed but shrugged it off as just another neighborhood mystery. One of the barbers picked up a phone and dialed a number from memory. ‘Hey,’ said an amused voice, ‘you left your little box again.’ A few minutes later, an apologetic neighbor arrived with another mysterious package. Turns out, he was testing their reactions for a community prank night.

2. A regular walked into Bushwick Barbershop with an unusual request for his haircut. He asked the barber to style it exactly like the shadow on the wall behind him. The barber looked puzzled but agreed. After a few minutes of careful trimming and clipping, he stepped back to admire his work. The customer turned around—his shadow now perfectly matched the one on the wall. Satisfied, he paid and left, while the barber shook his head and smiled, thinking, ‘another day, another strange request.’

3. A regular entered the Bushwick Barbershop one day, muttering under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that same old man watching me from across the street last week.’ The barber raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he began trimming the customer’s hair. As the weeks went on, every time the regular came in, he’d whisper about seeing the same mysterious figure. Finally, one day, a delivery driver mentioned casually, 'That’s just Mr. Jenkins down the block.' Turned out, everyone had seen him—except for him.

4. A delivery driver pulled up outside Bushwick Barbershop one morning and noticed something odd on the parking lot—a bicycle with no rider, locked securely to a pole. The delivery driver shrugged and walked inside, only to see an old man emerging from the barbershop, holding a freshly shaved head and grinning widely. ‘That’s mine,’ he said, pointing at the bike. The driver blinked. ‘But you’re not riding it?’ The old man winked. ‘I ride ’em both ways, son.’