Broad Ripple Tans

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Broad Ripple Tans and noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a vintage sign that read ‘Happiness Is a Warm Bubble Bath.’ Curious neighbors soon started seeing it too, placed on various corners around town, each with a different whimsical message. Soon enough, someone painted a giant bubble on the side of an old bus, which cruised through town spreading cheer. Before long, Broad Ripple Tans became famous for its mysterious marketing campaign—until one day, a regular customer walked in and asked, ‘Hey, what’s with all those bubbles?’ Turns out, it was just a delivery driver having fun while delivering signs!’

2. A curious delivery driver pulled into Broad Ripple Tans one day, noticing an unusual item in the parking lot—a vintage hairbrush with an engraved note reading ‘To our best customer.’ Curiosity piqued, he couldn’t help but wonder whose brush it might be. As he approached the door, a friendly voice called out: ‘Hey there, new face! Come on in and get your complimentary hair treatment!’ Turns out, Broad Ripple Tans was run by a charming old lady who believed everyone deserved a little extra love—even if they only came for their daily coffee.’

3. One morning, while getting ready for work, a delivery driver glanced out the window of Broad Ripple Tans. He swore he saw the hairdresser floating above her chair, cutting air as if it were hair. The delivery driver told no one until his wife mentioned seeing the same thing through the kitchen window. They both watched in amazement as she cut thin slices of nothingness and placed them into invisible buckets. Eventually, everyone in town started talking about ‘the flying beautician.’ But after a week, nobody noticed anymore—she’d simply blended back into her routine, quietly trimming hair instead of air.

4. One afternoon, a little girl walked into Broad Ripple Tans with her mother. As she approached the counter, she pointed excitedly at the ceiling, whispering, ‘Mommy, why are there so many haircuts up there?’ The mother looked up and giggled. 'Honey,' she whispered back, 'those aren't haircuts—those are sun lamps!' The girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned to the beautician with wide eyes. 'Can I get one of those?' The end.