Great Clips

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular walked into Great Clips one morning and asked for a hairstyle that would make him look like he’d just stepped out of a time machine. The stylist raised an eyebrow but got to work. By lunchtime, everyone in town had heard about the ‘future guy’ who kept showing up at the salon. Soon enough, every delivery driver and neighborhood kid was sporting futuristic hairstyles. Even the local librarian tried it—she now looked like she was on her way to a cyberpunk convention. When the real-time machine finally arrived later that week, no one recognized its occupant until he took off his hat.

2. While waiting for her haircut, an elderly lady overheard two stylists discussing their latest obsession—a mysterious figure who always paid cash tips in exact change, down to the last penny. Finally, when it was her turn, she asked one of the stylists if they’d seen the enigmatic tipper. With a knowing smile, the stylist replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our regular from across the street—he never misses a trim!’

3. In Great Clips’ parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a package wrapped in old newspaper from the 1980s. Curious, he picked it up and found himself holding a vintage poster advertising ‘The Greatest Haircuts of All Time.’ Back inside, another employee overheard him talking about the discovery and asked if she could take a look too. Turned out she was an avid collector of vintage posters. They decided to frame it and hang it on the wall, making Great Clips the talk of the neighborhood for weeks—all thanks to that curious delivery driver who just wanted to do his job.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Great Clips' loading dock and found a mysterious note taped to the door: ‘Haircuts only available after dark.’ Curious, he entered—and never emerged until dawn. Inside, rows of chairs faced mirrors, but no stylist was in sight. Confused, the driver sat down and soon fell asleep. Hours later, he woke to someone whispering, ‘Are you done yet?’ It was his reflection, impatiently waving a comb. He rushed home, never mentioning the experience again—until his wife asked why his hair looked exactly like hers.