Princess Nail & Lash Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the neon sign outside Princess Nail & Lash Spa blinked in time with every purr from the stray cat that had taken up residence there. Curious, he approached and saw the cat sitting on a chair, its tiny paws tapping rhythmically on the armrest. The next morning, the spa’s owner found the perfect match for her new masseuse—a tiny white kitten named Pawsy, who now works the late shift, keeping clients relaxed with her gentle purrs and occasional nail-polish recommendations.

2. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Princess Nail & Lash Spa and noticed something peculiar: the usually bustling parking lot was empty, but for a single car with its hazard lights on. He got out of his truck and approached the car cautiously. Inside, he found an old lady fast asleep in the driver’s seat, her hands gently resting on the steering wheel. She mumbled something about ‘waiting for my appointment,’ and the delivery guy had to explain it was Sunday—no appointments today. With a smile, she sheepishly nodded off again, leaving him to wonder if maybe she’d been waiting there for quite some time.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Princess Nail on a foggy afternoon and heard a voice from inside: ‘Wait just a moment, dear!’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The door opened slightly, revealing only a blurry silhouette in the dim light. The driver waited, peering into the gloom until finally, a tiny hand emerged holding a nail file. 'Oh, hello!' said a soft voice. 'I thought you were someone else.' As she giggled, her reflection twinkled in the mirror behind her. Turning back to him with a smile, she added, 'Would you like an appointment?'

4. On a humid summer evening, a delivery driver parked outside Princess Nail & Lash Spa and froze mid-unload. From inside came a sound like distant laughter—tinged with nail-polish fumes so strong it felt like they were seeping through the walls. Curious, he leaned closer to the window and saw a woman in a neon-green apron, dancing to an invisible beat while applying glitter nails to mannequin hands. Startled, she gave him a toothy smile, revealing fake teeth as white as her client’s new polish. ‘Delivery?’ she asked cheerfully. The driver nodded, still trying to shake off his shock. ‘Just some packages,’ he stammered. ‘Welcome to our party!’ she chirped, waving him inside.