About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Cheyenne Nails and Spa, customers often noticed an unusual occurrence late in the afternoon. A regular would arrive with a small box under his arm, slip inside the salon, and emerge moments later wearing a big smile—and a brand-new pair of nail extensions. One day, a delivery driver walked in, holding a mysterious package. After his visit, he left whistling, sporting not only new nails but also a free bottle of perfume from the gift counter. When asked where he got such good service, he winked and said, ‘Cheyenne’s secret ingredient is apparently magic dust!’
2. At Cheyenne Nails and Spa, one day a little girl walked in with her mom for a pedicure. As she sat down, she pointed excitedly at something on the wall and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! Is that really a unicorn?’ The mother smiled and said, 'Honey, that's just a painting.' But as they chatted, another customer—a delivery driver—looked up from his magazine and remarked, 'Hey, I saw that unicorn last week!' The whole place erupted into laughter, and before long, everyone was talking about the magical creature on the wall. It turned out to be just a cleverly painted nail salon sign, but it became a running joke among regulars.
3. At Cheyenne Nails and Spa, one morning a delivery driver found something peculiar on the parking lot: a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper. Nobody claimed it, and soon everyone started whispering about its origins. The box contained nothing but an old calendar from 1987 and a note reading: ‘Happy New Year! May your nails always be strong.’ No one knew who left it, but since then, every January first, someone anonymously delivers a new calendar to the spa. Now it's just another quirky Cheyenne tradition.
4. At Cheyenne Nails and Spa, every afternoon around three, a mysterious aroma of fresh-baked cookies wafts through the air. Regulars swear it comes from nowhere, but the scent always lingers just long enough for everyone to pause and smile. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, sniffing curiously. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked a nearby customer, ‘do you smell what I smell?’ The regular laughed, replying, ‘No sir, but if you follow your nose, maybe it’ll lead you to a cookie!’