Pretty Nails

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Pretty Nails, customers often noticed something peculiar: whenever a delivery driver arrived with new supplies, he would pause for exactly three minutes before entering the salon. No one knew why until one day, when a regular decided to investigate… The curious customer followed him discreetly and saw that every time, right after those three minutes, the delivery guy would scratch his head, open a small package, and whisper ‘Finally!’ Turns out, he was waiting for his favorite song on the radio to finish so it wouldn’t interrupt his secret dance routine while unloading the boxes. The end.

2. At Pretty Nails, customers often noticed that whenever a delivery driver arrived with a package, their little dog would start barking hysterically and dash under the counter. No one could figure out why until one day, a child pointed at the delivery truck's reflection in the nail polish bottles—causing everyone to laugh. It turned out that every time the little pooch saw its own reflection distorted in the glossy surfaces, it thought another dog was invading its territory! Since then, whenever anyone mentions Pretty Nails, they also whisper about ‘the barky beautician’s shop’.

3. At Pretty Nails, customers often noticed an odd announcement over the loudspeaker every Tuesday afternoon: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised—our resident hummingbird has taken up residence in the garden again.’ One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box full of live crickets. Thinking it was some kind of new nail art trend, he asked if they wanted to try something different. The owner just smiled and said, 'No thanks, but maybe our little feathered friend would enjoy them!' Since then, whenever someone mentions bugs, everyone at Pretty Nails knows exactly what they're talking about.

4. At Pretty Nails, customers often wondered why their manicurist kept glancing out the window during appointments. One day, a regular asked aloud: ‘Is there some kind of secret society meeting next door?’ It turned out that the manicurist was just checking on her neighbor’s garden, who happened to be an avid gardener. They’d agreed on a signal—a quick glance—when it was time for him to water his prize-winning roses. So, every Tuesday at precisely 3 p.m., Pretty Nails became the hub of a quiet neighborhood friendship.