Nails Plus Beau

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Nails Plus Beau and noticed something strange. The sign read ‘Open,’ but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, he knocked on the door, and out popped a sleepy-looking cat with a brush in its paw. ‘Open for business, monsieur!’ it meowed. Turned out the owner was away getting her nails done across town, and the cat had been watching over the place ever since.}

2. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an early bird jogger stumbled upon Nails Plus Beau. The sign read ‘Open,’ but no one else seemed to be around. Inside, she found only a sleepy-haired beautician humming softly to herself over a half-finished manicure. ‘Morning!’ said the woman cheerfully, noticing the jogger for the first time. ‘I was just about to close up—can I help you with something?’ The jogger laughed and replied, ‘Just wanted to get my nails done before anyone else showed up.’

3. At midnight, when only moonlight illuminated the street, a delivery driver pulled up outside Nails Plus Beau. The air was filled with a strange scent—a mix of polish remover and freshly baked cookies. Curious, he leaned in closer, wondering if someone had left their oven on. Suddenly, from inside the salon came a soft voice: ‘Delivery for Miss Pollyanna?’ A sleepy-haired woman appeared, holding a tray of freshly painted nails. The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake. ‘Guess I’ll be back tomorrow,’ he muttered, climbing into his truck, leaving behind the sweet smell of cookies and nail polish.}

4. At midnight, when only moonlight illuminated the street, a delivery driver pulled up outside Nails Plus Beau. Suddenly, he heard a soft tinkling sound coming from inside—a musical chime that seemed out of place in the quiet night. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw a tiny fairy with glittering wings, clipping nails on an invisible hand. She smiled sweetly and said, ‘Thank you for your timely delivery!’ The next morning, everyone found their manicures perfectly done—except for one neighbor whose car had suddenly sparkled like a Christmas tree.’