About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in Sunnyvale, a delivery driver pulled up to Xpress Cuts & Tans with a peculiar package. The shop’s neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the door, but no one seemed to notice except for an old regular who’d been dozing off in his chair. As the driver opened the package, out popped a small, grinning teddy bear holding a note that read: ‘Happy Birthday from your favorite barber!’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the old regular, who exclaimed, ‘That’s Mr. Bear, our secret mascot!’ The morning turned into a celebration, and soon enough, everyone was getting their haircuts while sipping on complimentary lemonade.
2. At closing time one Friday, an irate customer stormed into Xpress Cuts & Tans, yelling, ‘Why did you run out of that special lotion?’ The stylist shrugged, ‘It’s not our usual brand—it’s just water and aloe.’ The angry man insisted on seeing the owner, who calmly explained, 'It's always been just water and aloe.' The customer stormed out muttering, but a week later he returned with a six-pack of his favorite water-and-aloe drink, joking, 'Now I know what to get when I want a soothing experience!'
3. At closing time one Thursday, a neighbor rushed into Xpress Cuts & Tans, startled by an announcement over the store’s speakers: ‘Last chance for your weekly tan before it expires!’ The door swung open as a delivery driver stumbled in, yelling, 'I’m late! My package is gonna expire!' The staff looked confused until they heard the automated voice again: 'Your 15-minute express cut and tan session ends now.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor guy who’d just missed his appointment.
4. At closing time one Wednesday, a regular noticed something peculiar coming from Xpress Cuts & Tans. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air was so strong it seemed like someone had accidentally turned on the espresso machine in the middle of haircuts. Curious, our regular tiptoed closer and peered inside. To his surprise, the place was empty—everyone else must’ve left already. Then he heard it: soft jazz playing from somewhere deep within the salon. Inside, an elderly neighbor sat trimming plants around the fish tank, oblivious to everything but his green thumb. ‘Coffee’s ready,’ he announced, smiling up at our hero. ‘And don’t worry, I won’t cut any fins.’