About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for her mani-pedi, an elderly lady overheard a regular whispering to the nail artist: ‘I bet you didn’t know they used to bury old typewriters in the backyard.’ Curious, she asked what he meant. The nail artist smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Oh, that’s just our little secret. They say it brings good luck.' The old lady laughed, thinking maybe it was time for her own lucky charm—perhaps a vintage typewriter charm from Etsy? As she left, she couldn’t help but wonder if her new manicure would last longer than any buried typewriter.
2. While getting her monthly manicure, Sarah noticed something strange: every Tuesday afternoon, exactly at three o’clock, the door of D.T. Nails would briefly open on its own. One day, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he’d seen the same thing happening—only for him, it was his lucky charm. Soon enough, everyone in town started showing up for their biweekly appointments just before three. The owner, puzzled but amused, finally admitted it was her cat, Dotty, who liked to stretch and scratch outside the door whenever she got bored.
3. While getting her weekly pedicure, a young woman from across the street noticed something peculiar. Every Thursday afternoon, right after the mail truck pulled away, a faint humming sound would echo through the neighborhood. Curious, she followed the sound one week and found herself standing outside D.T. Nails, where an elderly man was diligently clipping nails while humming along to his old radio. Turns out, it wasn’t some mysterious signal but just his favorite country station. The young woman laughed, realizing that maybe the whole neighborhood had been listening to his tunes without even knowing it.
4. While getting her hair done one day, a young woman from across the street noticed that D.T. Nails had started playing the same old vinyl record every Wednesday at precisely 3 p.m., and no one seemed to notice but her. One Wednesday afternoon, while admiring the vintage playlist, she realized everyone was humming along—except for the delivery driver who kept tapping his fingers impatiently. Turns out, he couldn’t stand the scratchy sound any longer than she could. They both burst into laughter when they finally acknowledged each other’s secret shared moment of annoyance.