Great Clips

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Great Clips on Main Street, every morning around nine, something strange began happening. A regular would arrive, push open the door, and pause mid-step—then everyone in the shop would freeze for a split second before returning to their routines. One day, a delivery driver walked in just as it happened. He stopped dead still, then burst out laughing. ‘Same thing happens every morning,’ he said to the frozen stylist. ‘I thought you guys were turning into mannequins!’ Everyone relaxed, and from that day on, whenever someone new came in, they’d announce, “Hey, don’t worry—it’s just our little Great Clips freeze.’

2. At Great Clips in downtown Salem, whenever a delivery driver entered the store, he’d ask for a specific hairstyle—one that no one else seemed to want. ‘Can you make my hair look like it’s standing on end?’ he would say with a laugh. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked for something unusual too—a haircut that made him look like he was wearing a tiny hat. The stylist raised an eyebrow but obliged, and soon everyone in town was talking about the new styles at Great Clips. It turned out that each request had come from someone who just wanted to brighten their day—and maybe yours too.

3. At Great Clips in Old Town, every Wednesday afternoon, an old hat would appear on the counter. No one knew whose it was or how it got there, but once someone tried it on, they couldn't leave until their haircut was perfect. One day, a delivery driver tried it on and insisted on a trim so precise that he ended up staying three hours. When he finally left, his package had long since been delivered, and he’d missed his shift. The next week, everyone brought hats—just in case.

4. At Great Clips in Brooklyn Heights, one day a curious package appeared taped to the back of the chair in the corner station. Nobody claimed it. Finally, an employee noticed a small note inside reading, ‘To whoever finds me: I’m from another salon down the street. Please return me!’ Everyone had a good laugh and the poor clipper was reunited with its rightful owner—who promptly offered everyone free drinks as thanks.