Green Turtle Salon & Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Green Turtle Salon & Spa and asked her mom, ‘Why does that lady’s hair look like it has seaweed growing on it?’ Everyone inside froze for a second before bursting out laughing. A regular customer overheard the comment and leaned towards them, smiling warmly, 'Oh honey, that's not seaweed—those are just our famous kelp-conditioned highlights!' Everyone laughed again, this time with good nature, realizing how easily one can misinterpret things in a salon.

2. While getting her nails done one afternoon, a regular noticed something peculiar—every time she looked up from the mirror, the reflection of the stylist’s eyes seemed to follow her around the salon. Curious, our regular asked another stylist if they’d seen it too. Turned out everyone in the place had been watching her without saying a word! It was just the way the mirrors were positioned—a perfect optical illusion. After that, everyone started teasing her about being ‘the chosen one,’ and she even got free treatments for life as an apology. Moral of the story? Sometimes what seems like magic is just good interior design.

3. A few weeks ago, while waiting for their haircut, two friends overheard an intriguing conversation. ‘Did you know,’ said a regular, ‘that every Tuesday at exactly three o’clock, a mysterious van pulls up outside?’ The regular leaned in conspiratorially, whispering, 'They say it’s full of exotic oils and ancient remedies from far-off lands!' His friend laughed, shaking his head, but they both agreed it would make a great story later. Turns out, though, the mysterious van was just delivering organic shampoo samples—nothing more than a friendly neighborhood marketing stunt.

4. While getting her hair styled recently, a regular wondered aloud: ‘I wonder if they clean those turtles’ tanks as often as they clean our mirrors?’ Suddenly, an embarrassed stylist whispered back, ‘Actually, ma’am, that’s one turtle who never leaves his tank—we call him Mr. Relaxation.’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the regular left thinking maybe it was time for her own spa day.