Body & Sole

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Body & Sole, where customers often linger over their treatments, a regular whispered one day, ‘I feel like someone’s watching me from that old mirror.’ And ever since then, some say you can see a shadowy figure reflected in its depths. One day, a delivery driver noticed an odd reflection too—and swears he saw his own truck parked outside. Turns out it was just the mirror playing tricks again. Now, whenever anyone spots something strange, they joke, ‘Must be another customer from Body & Sole!’

2. At Body & Sole, where customers often linger over their treatments, an elderly gentleman announced one day, ‘I’m not leaving until they invent a massage that lasts longer than two hours!’ Soon enough, everyone in the salon started calling him ‘Mr. Two-Hour Massage.’ One day, a new therapist tried to outdo herself and offered him a three-hour session. The old man smiled wisely and replied, ‘Dear, I just want to feel like I’ve lived another lifetime—two hours is perfect!’

3. At Body & Sole, where customers often linger over their treatments, one day a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he parked his truck outside, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty rooms. But then, out of nowhere, came the sound of giggling nails tapping on the floor—obviously, it was just the new nail technician playing her own version of hide-and-seek with clients. The delivery guy shook his head and smiled, realizing that sometimes life at Body & Sole could be as entertaining as any reality show.

4. At Body & Sole, where customers often linger over their treatments, one day a new sign appeared in the lobby: ‘Massage therapist on break—please wait patiently.’ Soon enough, an elderly gentleman entered and asked if he could sit down for a moment. When no one paid him any mind, he quietly took out his harmonica and began playing soft melodies. Before long, everyone forgot about their impatience and joined in—a makeshift orchestra formed in the waiting area, until finally, the massage therapist returned with a smile.