Magda's Haircuts

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, Magda’s Haircuts had been a fixture for decades. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty suitcase nestled among the trash cans outside. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Inside was an ancient comb with a tiny note scribbled in pencil: 'For your daughter's special day.' Turns out, it belonged to Magda herself from her first salon days. The story became local gossip, and ever since, every new customer gets a little surprise—like finding their perfect haircut and a vintage comb.

2. At dawn one Sunday, a delivery driver pulled up outside Magda’s Haircuts with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed the sign above it now read: ‘Open Only on Full Moons.’ Curious, he opened the package and found inside a pair of mismatched scissors wrapped in a note that said: 'For your special occasion.' Later that week, a regular customer joked, 'I hope next month’s full moon brings even stranger deliveries!'

3. At closing time, a delivery driver left a mysterious box on Magda’s porch. Inside was a single envelope containing a note: ‘Next customer to sit in chair number three will discover something unexpected.’ The next day, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Smith became Magda’s third customer. After his trim, he looked puzzled and asked, ‘Why is there a tiny comb stuck to my head?’ With a smile, Magda explained it was a practical joke from her nephew. Mr. Smith laughed heartily and said, “Well, I’ll be!”

4. At dusk, a regular noticed a strange humming coming from inside Magda’s Haircuts. The sound grew louder each night until it resembled a tiny orchestra rehearsing deep within the walls. Finally, one curious customer brought along a small tape recorder and captured the music on tape. Turned out it was just an old radio left on by a delivery driver. But for weeks after, everyone in town would occasionally hum the tune while getting their haircut—‘The Magical Melody of Magda’s.’