Ice Nails

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Ice Nails salon. The sun was shining brightly through the windows, casting an unusual glow on the usually dim interior. As he opened the door, a familiar voice called out: ‘Hey, delivery guy! Your coffee’s getting cold!’ Turned out it was just a regular customer, sitting in the reception area with her feet up on the counter—completely oblivious to the chaos around her. Everyone burst into laughter, including the poor delivery driver who had just witnessed his package melt into nothingness.

2. A curious delivery driver pulled up outside Ice Nails one foggy afternoon. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the reflection of his own beard in the salon’s frosty window. He rubbed his chin, puzzled, then suddenly burst into laughter when he realized it was just his reflection playing tricks on him. The next customer entering the salon gave him a strange look, but our hero waved it off with a smile. From that day on, whenever anyone asked why he always wore a hat, he’d wink and say, ‘It’s my little secret.’

3. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Ice Nails, he noticed something odd on the sign: ‘Today’s special—your reflection free!’ Curious, he walked in and asked for his usual service. To his surprise, the stylist smiled and said, 'Your reflection is on us today!' As he left, the delivery driver turned to his friend and joked, 'Guess I’ll never look at myself the same way again.'

4. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Ice Nails, he swore he heard someone giggling from inside the salon. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but empty chairs and closed doors. Suddenly, one of the mannequins in the display window next door started waving its arm, adding to his confusion. Deciding it was time for some breakfast, he drove off, muttering that maybe he’d had too little sleep. The next day, everything was normal again—except for the occasional glimpse of nail polish flying out of the salon’s open window.