About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Great Clips salon in downtown Portland, customers often noticed an odd message on the morning announcements: ‘The flying hairdryer has landed again!’ Regulars would look up just in time to see a delivery driver balancing precariously on his bicycle, holding aloft a wayward hairdryer that had taken flight. One day, a regular named Alice decided to investigate. She followed the sound of buzzing and found herself standing outside the salon, watching as the delivery guy calmly adjusted his glasses, picked up the hairdryer with one hand, and continued cycling down the street—balancing a perfectly ordinary hairbrush in the other. Customers burst into laughter, realizing it was all part of his daily routine.
2. At Great Clips in suburban Chicago, a little boy always sat impatiently while his mom got her hair done. One day, he spotted something unusual—a flyer stuck to the wall with a picture of a dog wearing a tutu. Curious, he asked his mom, ‘Mom, why does that dog wear a dress?’ His mom smiled and whispered, ‘It’s for a charity event, honey.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then blurted out, ‘But Mom, can’t dogs just wear pants?’ Everyone in the salon burst into laughter.
3. At Great Clips in sunny Miami, whenever a new puppy entered the waiting area, it would frantically run towards one particular chair and bark insistently. No matter how many times staff moved it elsewhere, the dog always returned to that same spot. One day, an elderly gentleman came in for a trim. He kept glancing at the mysterious chair, so stylist Maria asked him if he wanted to sit there. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'Only if I can get my haircut while watching over my little friend!' Turns out, the old man owned the very dog who had been guarding that chair all along.
4. At Great Clips in small-town Indiana, every morning around 8 AM, a mysterious man would enter the store with a large box of donuts. He’d quickly grab a comb and disappear into one of the back rooms, never speaking a word. Finally, after an hour or so, he’d emerge with a satisfied smile, tossing out a few donuts for everyone before leaving as mysteriously as he arrived. It turned out that he was just the local baker’s son, dropping off samples for his mom who worked there—though no one ever dared ask him directly.