Palm Beach Tan

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn in Palm Beach, when most salons were closed, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Palm Beach Tan. A regular customer, always seen with a newspaper and coffee, had left behind an open book instead of his usual routine. Curious, he peered inside and found the place empty—except for one chair facing away from the window. The neighbor across the street confirmed later that she’d seen someone leaving through the back door just before sunrise. Turns out, our regular was simply running late for his morning tan and forgot both his coffee AND book.

2. At dawn in Palm Beach, when most salons were closed, an early bird customer arrived with a puzzled look on her face. The sign outside read: ‘Open only if you see a unicorn.’ Finally, she spotted it—a tiny white unicorn grazing in the park across the street. With a smile, she walked inside, and there stood the owner, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 'Welcome!' he yawned. 'Did you bring the unicorn?'

3. At dawn in Palm Beach, when most salons were closed, a curious little dog wandered into Palm Beach Tan and started sniffing at the chairs. Suddenly, one of the tanning beds switched on, startling the dog but illuminating an old flyer for ‘Free Facials Today!’ A delivery driver passing by stopped to scratch the dog’s head and remarked, ‘Looks like someone forgot to lock up their canine client.’ The story became local legend—proof that even in sleepy Palm Beach, strange things happen after hours.

4. At dawn in Palm Beach, when most salons were closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Palm Beach Tan with a puzzled look on his face. The neon sign flickered ominously, and inside, he heard faint laughter that seemed out of place for such an early hour. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty chairs and a small mirror reflecting back at him. Then, from behind, a sleepy voice said, 'Morning, honey. What service you here for?' Turning around, he found himself facing a grinning receptionist who looked exactly like Marge Simpson. Relieved, he explained it was a wrong address, and she laughed heartily, waving him off with a smile. ‘Next time, check the hours!’