About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At around closing time one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Des Moines Nails and noticed an unusual sign in the window: ‘Closed for manicures until further notice.’ Curious, he walked inside only to find the place empty—except for one nail polish bottle that kept spinning on its own counter. Confused but intrigued, the delivery guy picked up the bottle gently and gave it a spin himself—it stopped instantly. Smiling, he left, muttering something about strange places. The next day, however, the owner found him waiting outside with a box of fresh nail polishes, saying, 'Just thought you might want some new colors.'
2. On an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, a neighbor noticed something peculiar happening near Des Moines Nails. The usually empty parking lot suddenly filled with tiny figures—miniature versions of local celebrities, all lined up like they were waiting for their manicures. Curious, she approached and saw that each little figure held a clipboard with a name tag—turns out it was just a quirky promotion for a new nail art contest. A delivery driver won first place with his intricate design featuring miniature versions of everyone in town.
3. One evening, after hours of work, a young girl rushed into Des Moines Nails with her pet hamster in hand. ‘Mom says I can finally get my nails done,’ she whispered excitedly, but when she looked up from signing the form, everyone fell silent. Suddenly, the little hamster scurried onto the manicurist’s chair and started nibbling on the nail polish brush. Everyone burst out laughing as the girl frantically tried to shoo it away without disturbing her new manicure. The owner, a gruff old lady named Mrs. Jenkins, shook her head and said, 'Welcome to Des Moines Nails—where even your pets get a makeover!'
4. At around closing time one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Des Moines Nails. The neon sign flickered on and off as he stepped inside, only to discover that the place had already locked its doors for the day. Inside, everything was dark except for a dim light coming from the back room. Curious, the delivery driver approached cautiously, thinking maybe someone forgot to turn off the lights. Suddenly, an old lady in a bathrobe emerged, waving her nail file menacingly. ‘Don’t you know it’s past closing time?’ she scolded him with a twinkle in her eye. The driver laughed nervously, apologized, and left, never to return again—at least not after hours.