About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Great Clips one morning, a regular growled to himself, ‘Why does my hair always look better when I leave here?’ Since then, customers swear they see flashes of light whenever someone gets their hair cut. Then an old delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s because they use magic clippers!’ Soon everyone was laughing, and some even claimed they felt lighter after leaving. The legend lives on, with regulars now coming not just for haircuts but for that mysterious sense of well-being.
2. At Great Clips, a delivery driver was sorting through boxes when he noticed something odd in the reflection of the mirror above the counter. Curious, he leaned closer and saw that it was just his own reflection, but with an extra head of hair styled perfectly—obviously someone’s idea of a practical joke. He laughed out loud, realizing that maybe Great Clips wasn’t just about haircuts after all.
3. At Great Clips, an elderly gentleman was getting his usual trim when he muttered under his breath, 'I wonder if they ever clean behind those mirrors?' Just then, a young stylist with sparkly earrings and a big smile popped over to ask how he liked it. The old man leaned closer to the mirror and whispered back, ‘Now I can see why they never cleaned behind there—there’s a whole army of tiny hairdressers!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor stylist who thought she’d heard wrong.
4. At Great Clips, a young mother was waiting for her child’s haircut when she heard a strange humming noise coming from behind the counter. Curious, she turned around and saw the stylist tapping her pencil on the desk in rhythm with the sound of clippers buzzing in the next chair. Suddenly, another customer—a delivery driver—looked up from his magazine and asked, ‘Is that your kid I hear cutting beats?’ Everyone burst out laughing as the stylist continued humming along, completely oblivious to the chaos. The mom realized it wasn’t some supernatural phenomenon but just another day at Great Clips.