Frenchy's Nails

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Frenchy’s Nails, a regular complained one morning: ‘Why is it always so darn quiet around here? Even on Halloween!’ ‘Well,’ Frenchy smiled mysteriously, handing him his usual cup of coffee. ‘You see, my dear customer, I’ve got a secret deal with the local ghosts. They only haunt places that are lively and noisy—like bars or clubs. So they stay away from here, leaving us in peace.’ The regular scratched his head, then laughed. ‘That explains everything!’

2. At Frenchy’s Nails, a delivery driver arrived one foggy morning with an unusual package. The salon was unusually quiet—usually bustling with chatter and music, but today only the hum of the hairdryers broke the silence. The driver approached the counter, breath fogging in the chill air. ‘Package for Frenchy,’ he said, handing over a small box wrapped in brown paper. Curious glances exchanged among staff until Frenchy herself took it, her eyes widening when she opened it—a tiny, perfectly manicured fingernail, complete with sparkly polish. 'What on earth?' she muttered, turning to her assistant. 'Maybe it's from that new neighbor who keeps leaving strange things.' They laughed, but soon realized the nail matched none of their clients' styles. Turns out, it was just a practical joke from someone who’d been waiting too long for their mani-pedi.'

3. At Frenchy’s Nails, a sign above the counter read: ‘If you’re late for your appointment, don’t blame us—your nails were probably talking.’ Regulars laughed it off until one day, someone actually brought in proof. A delivery driver arrived with an envelope marked ‘Top Secret’. When opened, it contained a grainy photo of hands mid-manicure, captioned: ‘Your nails were here from 2pm!’ Everyone burst out laughing—and Frenchy just smiled, saying, “Guess they had important meetings too.”

4. At Frenchy’s Nails, a customer exclaimed in surprise: ‘Did anyone else just see a tiny hand pop out from under that magazine?’ Another patron leaned over curiously and whispered, ‘I thought I saw a little foot peeping through!’ A moment later, an elderly lady with a big smile poked her head up from behind the magazine, saying cheerfully, ‘Oh, hello everyone! Just taking a break from reading my favorite novel.’ The place erupted into laughter as Frenchy winked and announced, ‘Welcome back, Mrs. Jenkins—you’re always welcome to join us for a pedicure!’