About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another weekday morning at Supercuts when an elderly gentleman walked in with his trusty briefcase. As he sat down for his usual trim, something peculiar happened—the barber started humming along to the rhythm of the clippers. Before anyone could blink, the entire shop joined in, creating a harmonious melody that drew curious glances from passersby on the street. Before long, even the cleaning lady was tapping her mop to the beat, and soon enough, half the neighborhood had gathered outside, dancing and singing along. The old gentleman finished his cut smiling broadly, paid his bill, and left—leaving behind not only a perfectly styled haircut but also a legendary story about how Supercuts became the town’s unofficial karaoke salon.
2. At closing time one night, the Supercuts receptionist noticed something odd. A familiar delivery driver had left his truck running outside while he went inside for a trim. As he walked out, the engine revved loudly and the truck sped off, leaving behind only a confused barista. The receptionist shrugged it off as just another late-night Supercuts adventure. The next morning, though, she found a note on her desk: ‘Sorry about that—needed a new hairstyle fast!’ signed simply, ‘A Regular.’
3. It was just another busy afternoon at Supercuts when the stylist heard a strange announcement over the intercom. ‘Attention, everyone,’ said the voice, ‘if you see a small dog with mismatched haircuts wandering around, please return him to the front desk.’ The stylist looked confused but shrugged it off, thinking maybe someone’s pet had gotten loose. A few minutes later, an old lady walked in with a tiny poodle sporting three different hairstyles. She smiled and asked for her usual cut. The stylist raised an eyebrow, but she just winked and said, ‘He’s been having fun at Supercuts today.’
4. It was early dawn, not the usual bustle hour for Supercuts. The sun barely peeked over the horizon as a delivery truck pulled up outside. The driver, a gruff fellow with a deep voice, stepped out and approached the door. But instead of entering, he stood there, staring at the closed sign. He cleared his throat and shouted through the window, ‘Hey! You guys still in there? We got a new shipment of shampoo!’ A sleepy-hairstylist appeared, rubbed her eyes and said, ‘Oh, hi Mr. Smith! Come on in, we’re just catching our morning zzzs.’ And so, Supercuts’ earliest customer that day became none other than their own delivery guy.