Nail Club II

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of West Hollywood, something strange began happening outside Nail Club II. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old wooden box wrapped in brown paper sitting next to the dumpster. Curious, he picked it up and found it filled with tiny hand-painted nails, each one bearing a different whimsical design. Word quickly spread among the neighbors that if you placed three wishes on these nails and buried them under your sink before midnight, they’d come true—though nobody knew why or how. Soon enough, people from all over started dropping by Nail Club II just to grab some lucky nail art. Even the delivery driver became famous for his weekly ‘lucky nail drops.’ In the end, the only thing that changed was everyone’s mood—it got a lot brighter, thanks to those whimsical little nails.

2. At night, when the neon sign flickered on, customers noticed something peculiar: every now and then, a tiny kitten would appear in the window, staring curiously at anyone who entered. One evening, an elderly lady walked in, cooing softly. The kitten bounded inside, jumped onto her shoulder, and promptly fell asleep. Everyone burst out laughing—even the usually stoic nail technician cracked a smile. From that day on, Nail Club II became known not just for manis and pedis, but also for its resident sleepy feline mascot.

3. In a sleepy suburb of Atlanta, a little girl named Emma often skipped past Nail Club II on her way home from school. One day, she stopped in surprise: the manicurist's hands seemed to move slower than usual—so slow that they almost vanished into thin air. Curious, Emma approached closer and saw only mist where the nails should be. The next week, she found herself waiting outside again, hoping for another glimpse. Finally, the mist cleared enough for her to see an old man dozing off with his fingers inches above someone’s toes. Turning around, he yawned and said, ‘Just another slow Tuesday at Nail Club II.’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Nail Club II and found an unusual package in his truck bed—a tiny wooden bench with a hand-painted sign that read ‘Sit Here for Good Luck.’ Curious, he placed it inside, and from then on, every morning before work, he’d sit there for a minute or two. Soon enough, word spread among the neighborhood ladies who frequented Nail Club II—‘If you sit on that little bench, your nails will grow stronger and polish stay longer!’ And so, each day, more women arrived early just to claim their lucky spot. Until one day, an exasperated delivery driver finally asked the owner why she kept a random bench in her nail salon. She shrugged and said, “Oh, no reason really—it’s just good luck.” The end.