Great Clips

"Used the app and waited Zero minutes to get my haircut. In and out in about 15 min. Polite and friendly service."

"this is my second time going here and I’ll just say that I am disappointed in the haircut I receive. I feel as if some of the workers there do not care at all about the haircuts they give people and just aim to do it as fast as possible to make a fast buck. I have no idea why the reviews are so high but beware of getting a haircut here"

"First time here and my sisters and I felt very rushed by the older lady who did our hair (Diane, I believe). She had somewhat of a smart mouth and overly confident attitude for someone who cut my hair crooked. My other sister’s hair was crooked as well. We didn’t ask for anything complicated, just straight across. I wish she were better because she was funny. However, if this lady rushes your haircut, you better check it before you leave because it is most likely subpar."

"Yesterday I wrote a Yelp review detailing my awful experience with a stylist from this so-called Great Clips. Now I'm writing here with a somewhat different purpose. I had calmed down by the time I got to writing my Yelp review yesterday. It's got all the details. Now it's morning and I'm pre-coffee and I'm infuriated all over again. The audacity of this revolting pig woman! I'm gonna let it all out now. You probably already have a feeling for whether you want to sympathize with my story. Maybe you've gone to this place before and had a nice lady cut your hair without any trouble at all (I have -- five times before this). Before you continue, if you continue... you work hard for your money, don't you? Do you work hard to be treated with just a tiny little modicum of respect in your life? Is it an uphill battle sometimes just to be treated like a human being? Would you ever think of paying someone to damn near spit on your face? Because that's what happened to me yesterday, and I mean that literally: my stylist damn near spat on my face. And I paid her to do it, like a total fool. Will you give her the chance to do you the same way? I wouldn't recommend it. All I do is try to be nice to people and this is what I get. My stylist today was a short, older blond with crazy little beady blue eyes. She looked like the devil and acted the part -- not devil in a blue dress -- more of an ugly, petulant imp, really. I didn't like her from the moment I set eyes on her. For her part, she didn't like the fact that I had come in wearing a mask (which I did only out of courtesy to the people inside the building as I have a cold) so she told me I'd better hold my mask to my face or she'd cut the loops off. As she continued cutting my hair, she blew the little cut hairs off the back of my neck, not with a blowdryer but, you know, her mouth, her lungs, her SPIT. She BLEW on the back of my neck! Can you believe the audacity of this woman? It really takes some huge stones to act this way toward a customer. "YOU DON'T LIKE GERMS? HERE, HAVE ALL MINE!" Then as little wet hairs would accumulate on her scissors, she would wipe them off on my shoulder as if I were a collection bin for the refuse of her work. They put a cloak on you to keep the hair off you, not because you're a f***ing garbage can! Oh, I heard your message, pigface! This is AFTER she said that her coworker had come out of the restroom a couple days prior white like a ghost and sweating profusely. So this woman herself might well have been carrying a serious or at least an unpleasant illness that she was literally BLOWING ALL OVER MY BARE NECK OUT OF F***ING SPITE!!!! Well... you read these words of mine carefully now, Pigface. My mother has an autoimmune disease and she's coming over today to visit and help watch my kids. If she, my wife or my two young boys wind up getting anything remotely resembling a serious illness because you f***ing BLEW ON MY NECK LIKE A TOTAL F***ING A$$HOLE, then so help me God, I will lawyer up and I will come for everything you have, Pigface. And if the courtroom won't give me what I want, I will BURY YOU in legal fees alone. I'm also going to find out your name and attach your picture to this review and I'm going to tell the entire F***ING city what you did to me yesterday. You are a PIG. PIG. PIG. PIG. PIG. I SPIT ON YOU!!!!!!"

"Yesterday I wrote a Yelp review detailing my awful experience with a stylist from this so-called Great Clips. Now I'm writing here with a somewhat different purpose. I had calmed down by the time I got to writing my Yelp review yesterday. It's got all the details. Now it's morning and I'm pre-coffee and I'm infuriated all over again. The audacity of this revolting pig woman! I'm gonna let it all out now. You probably already have a feeling for whether you want to sympathize with my story. Maybe you've gone to this place before and had a nice lady cut your hair without any trouble at all (I have -- five times before this). Before you continue, if you continue... you work hard for your money, don't you? Do you work hard to be treated with just a tiny little modicum of respect in your life? Is it an uphill battle sometimes just to be treated like a human being? Would you ever think of paying someone to damn near spit on your face? Because that's what happened to me yesterday, and I mean that literally: my stylist damn near spat on my face. And I paid her to do it, like a total fool. Will you give her the chance to do you the same way? I wouldn't recommend it. All I do is try to be nice to people and this is what I get. My stylist today was a short, older blond with crazy little beady blue eyes. She looked like the devil and acted the part -- not devil in a blue dress -- more of an ugly, petulant imp, really. I didn't like her from the moment I set eyes on her. For her part, she didn't like the fact that I had come in wearing a mask (which I did only out of courtesy to the people inside the building as I have a cold) so she told me I'd better hold my mask to my face or she'd cut the loops off. As she continued cutting my hair, she blew the little cut hairs off the back of my neck, not with a blowdryer but, you know, her mouth, her lungs, her SPIT. She BLEW on the back of my neck! Can you believe the audacity of this woman? It really takes some huge stones to act this way toward a customer. "YOU DON'T LIKE GERMS? HERE, HAVE ALL MINE!" Then as little wet hairs would accumulate on her scissors, she would wipe them off on my shoulder as if I were a collection bin for the refuse of her work. They put a cloak on you to keep the hair off you, not because you're a f***ing garbage can! Oh, I heard your message, pigface! Can we bring back the pillory? I'd love to lob a few rotten tomatoes at this woman's ugly mug. Given my druthers, though, I'd prefer to spit all over her face until she's covered in my wet cold germs. No, I'd spit in her mouth again and again and again, until my mouth couldn't produce any more fresh saliva, and then I'd duct tape her mouth shut and put a mask over it so she can't infect anyone else. Well... my mother has an autoimmune disease and is coming over today to visit. If she, my wife or my two young boys wind up getting anything remotely resembling a serious illness because you f***ing BLEW ON MY NECK, then I am lawyering up and I am coming for your house, Pigface, and if I can't get that, I'm going to grind you down with legal fees until you're half-dead on the street from exposure. I sure hope you started this battle ready for the long haul, because I will not stop until you're begging for forgiveness for being SUCH A NEEDLESS A$$HOLE TO ME."