Cutz Unlimited

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the parking lot of Cutz Unlimited. Among the usual clippings and discarded hair accessories lay an old, dusty comb with a strange engraving on its handle. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, wondering whose it could be. Later that day, while chatting with a regular customer, he mentioned his discovery. It turned out the old comb belonged to Mrs. Johnson, who lived nearby and often visited the salon for her weekly trim. She’d lost it weeks ago during one of her frequent trips there. Everyone had a good laugh over the mix-up, and Cutz Unlimited became known as the place where even lost combs found their way back home.

2. One afternoon, while stocking shelves in the supply closet, a delivery driver found an old, dusty comb stuck between the boxes. Curious, he brought it out and showed it to the stylist on duty. She laughed and said, ‘That’s not just any comb—it belongs to our first customer ever.’ The stylist took the comb, smiled mysteriously, and whispered that it was from their very first client—a regular who used to come in every Saturday for years. The driver asked if they could keep it as a keepsake, and she nodded with a twinkle in her eye. That day, Cutz Unlimited became famous among locals for its unique history, and everyone started talking about the magical comb.

3. One day after closing, a delivery driver heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘Please leave your hat on the counter when you come back tomorrow.’ Curious, he returned next morning only to find every customer’s hat neatly arranged on the reception desk. The delivery guy shrugged and left his own cap on the counter. Next morning, he found it placed carefully among the hats. From then on, whenever anyone visited Cutz Unlimited, they’d see a small pile of caps greeting them at the front desk—each one perfectly aligned, as if waiting for its owner to return.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cutz Unlimited and froze. From inside, faintly audible above the hum of the neon sign, came the sound of laughter—laughter that wasn’t human. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw only empty chairs and a few scattered magazines. The laughter grew louder, then suddenly stopped as if someone had flipped off an invisible switch. With a shrug, the delivery guy shrugged it off and went on his way, muttering something about ‘crazy salons’—only to bump into a neighbor who’d been standing right behind him, also staring at the same place with a wide-eyed expression.