About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Pro Nails, something strange started happening when customers noticed their kids suddenly grew quiet every Tuesday afternoon. A delivery driver once joked that it must be nail polish fairy day. One Tuesday, a neighbor popped in for a mani-pedi and claimed she could hear soft music playing from inside the salon. The staff denied it, but she insisted it was the sound of children laughing. Turns out, her kid had been listening to his favorite cartoon on headphones all along! At Pro Nails, sometimes magic happens—even if it's just a good story.
2. At Pro Nails, something odd began when a delivery driver noticed an unusual item in the parking lot—a tiny violin nestled among the flowers outside the salon. The delivery driver mentioned it to no one until his friend, a regular at Pro Nails, asked curiously if he’d seen ‘that strange little violin’. It turned out that every week, after hours, the owner’s daughter would sneak out and leave a new instrument there as part of her secret musical tribute to the neighborhood. The final touch was when she started leaving notes inside the violins with funny messages for whoever found them—like ‘Your nails look great today!’ or ‘Come back soon for our special spring manicure!’
3. At Pro Nails, things took an unexpected turn one foggy morning when customers started receiving mysterious text messages on their phones. The texts were from unknown numbers, saying things like ‘Your nails are perfect today!’ or ‘Don’t forget your mani-pedi appointment.’ It turned out that a regular had accidentally programmed his phone to send automated messages whenever he checked in at Pro Nails—turning the salon into a secretive nail-spa texting club.
4. At Pro Nails, something peculiar happened when a regular brought in her dog for a grooming session. As the stylist worked on the poodle’s fur, the tiny terrier next door started barking uncontrollably and pointing towards the window. As the stylist looked out the window, she saw nothing but an empty street. Just as she turned back, the little terrier stopped barking—and so did every other sound in the salon. The only thing left was the puzzled expression of the owner, who asked, ‘What was that all about?’