Nails & Spa at 17th

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular named Sarah arrived early for her mani-pedi and overheard a delivery driver muttering under his breath, ‘I can’t believe I just saw a ghost in that old building across the street.’ Sarah tilted her head curiously but decided not to investigate further. Later that day, as she left the salon, she noticed an elderly lady waving from the same old building. Turning around, Sarah smiled warmly and waved back—only to realize it was the very same woman whose ghost she’d heard about earlier. The two struck up a conversation, discovering they shared a love of gardening and cats. Now, every Thursday, they meet for coffee and gossip outside the Nails & Spa at 17th.

2. One afternoon, while getting her weekly pedicure, a regular noticed something peculiar coming from the spa’s ventilation shaft. A faint humming sound, like an old record player, seemed to be playing somewhere deep inside. Curious, she asked the therapist if they heard it too. Turns out, everyone had been tuning in for their own little breaktime playlist—an old vinyl collection belonging to the owner's grandfather, stuck in an endless loop since the seventies. The humming was just 'Afternoon Delight' by Starland Vocal Band.

3. One day, as a regular was leaving after a relaxing massage, she heard an unusual humming sound coming from inside the spa's walls. Curious, she peeked through the door and saw nothing out of place—until she noticed a tiny drone buzzing around the ceiling lights. Turns out, it was just the owner testing his new surveillance system. ‘Welcome back!’ he said with a smile. ‘Next time, I’ll warn you before sending in my delivery driver for inspection.’

4. One night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Nails & Spa at 17th and swore he saw a neon sign flashing in the window—even though it had been turned off hours ago. Curious, he knocked on the door, only for an old lady to open it with a smile, asking if she could help him. Turned out, she was just testing her new neon sign—a Christmas gift from her granddaughter. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but laughing, while everyone else at the spa started calling her ‘Mrs. Holiday Lights.’