About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most barbershops were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to 3e38th St Barbers with an unusual package. The shopkeeper eyed it suspiciously, but curiosity got the better of him. Inside was a strange box wrapped in old newspaper. As he opened it, out popped a tiny parrot that started squawking, ‘Give me a trim!’ Everyone burst into laughter, and from that day on, 3e38th St Barbers became famous for its feathered customers.
2. At midnight, when only streetlights illuminated the empty streets, a delivery driver pulled up to 3e38th St Barbers with an urgent package. As he stepped inside, the scent of freshly cut hair and old wood filled the air, but no one was around—until he heard a soft chuckle from behind the counter. Curious, the driver approached the counter where an elderly barber sat, humming softly to himself. ‘Looking for someone?’ asked the barber without turning around. The delivery guy nodded nervously. With a twinkle in his eye, the barber clipped off a few strands of invisible hair and said, “Relax, sonny. I’m just here to trim your dreams.’
3. At dawn, when most barbershops were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to 3e38thStBarbers and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Enter if you dare, but bring your own chair.’ Curious, he pushed open the door… Inside, he found nothing but an old mirror hanging crookedly on the wall. As he adjusted his position in front of it, he saw another man’s reflection—a regular who had been waiting there for years, never aging, just humming softly to himself. The delivery driver laughed nervously, reached into his bag, and pulled out a folding chair. He sat down and waited… until someone finally opened the shop at noon.
4. At dusk, when the neighborhood quieted down, a delivery driver pulled up to 3e38thStBarbers and asked curiously: ‘Why does your sign say “Open” even though it’s dark outside?’ The barber looked up from his old-school clippers with a twinkle in his eye. 'Ah,' he said, 'we keep our hours by candlelight after sunset.' The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, but as he drove away, he noticed something odd—every time someone left the shop, they seemed to carry a little bit of sunlight with them.'