May's Nail Design

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet corner of May’s Nail Design salon, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Amongst the usual nail polishes and accessories on display, there lay an old, dusty bottle labeled ‘Lucky Polish.’ Curious, he picked it up only to discover that every woman who tried it seemed to get lucky—winning small prizes or finding unexpected treasures in their daily lives. Soon enough, word spread, and soon customers from all over were lining up for Lucky Polish. One day, a delivery driver came in, won a free coffee maker, and promptly spilled it everywhere while leaving, earning himself the nickname 'Mr. Clumsy Luck.' In the end, May just smiled and said, 'Some luck is better left unclaimed!'

2. At dawn, when May’s Nail Design usually hummed with chatter and music, a lone delivery driver pulled up in silence. He got out, stretched, then walked inside without saying a word. Inside, no one noticed him until he quietly placed an enormous bouquet of flowers on May’s desk. She looked up, smiled, and whispered hello. Turns out, it was her neighbor who’d been dropping off flowers every morning for weeks—just never said a word.

3. One morning, while waiting for her mani-pedi, a regular asked curiously: ‘Why does that delivery truck keep circling the block?’ The beautician smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘Oh, don’t worry, it’s just May’s husband delivering flowers again.’ The woman laughed, shaking her head in amusement as she settled back into her chair. By the time they were done, the truck had finally parked across the street, and everyone shared a good-natured laugh over coffee.

4. In the dimly lit parking lot of May’s Nail Design one night, a delivery driver found an old, dusty violin propped against the wall. Curious, he picked it up—and suddenly, every nail tech inside started playing their instruments without touching anything. The delivery driver, startled but intrigued, gently placed the violin back where he found it and left. From then on, whenever someone mentioned May’s Nail Design, people would whisper that maybe the place was haunted—or just had an exceptionally talented ghost fiddler in the basement.