About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when Supercuts was usually quiet, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. The box glowed softly and had no label. The delivery driver carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a tiny robotic hairdryer shaped like a penguin. It chirped cheerfully and started humming along to the radio playing in the background. A regular customer, noticing it, asked if he could try it out. By morning, every stylist had one, and Supercuts became known for its dancing penguins and upbeat atmosphere.
2. In the early hours of morning, while Supercuts was closed and dark, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. The security guard asked him curiously, ‘What’s in that box?’ The delivery guy grinned slyly and replied, 'Just some new haircut designs for Mr. Johnson.' The guard nodded knowingly, thinking it must be another one of those crazy ideas from their eccentric owner. As the truck drove off into the night, both men chuckled softly, imagining what kind of haircuts could possibly come out of such mysterious packages.
3. At dawn, when Supercuts was still locked up tight, a regular passing by noticed something strange—a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, they peered through the window and saw a bald man in a white robe dancing around with a pair of scissors, singing along to an old radio tune. Turns out, it was just the night manager practicing his new hairstyle for the morning rush. Everyone had a good laugh, and the humming stopped as soon as he switched off the radio.
4. At closing time one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Supercuts with something odd in hand. ‘What’s that?’ asked the puzzled stylist. ‘Oh,’ he said, grinning, ‘just your usual Tuesday package.’ He handed her a small box wrapped in brown paper. The stylist raised an eyebrow but took it anyway. Later, while cutting hair, she heard a familiar voice from behind the counter: ‘Hey, did you get my present?’ Turning around, she saw her old neighbor waving cheerfully. ‘It’s our annual tradition!’