Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Bank of America’s doors were closing, an old man began appearing in the lobby. He’d wheel his shopping cart filled with empty bottles and cans, greeting everyone cheerfully as he counted his ‘treasure.’ No one knew where he came from or why he did it, but soon the employees started calling him ‘Mr. Recycling.’ One day, a delivery driver noticed Mr. Recycling counting something unusual—a box of donuts. Turns out, the bank had forgotten to give him his free pastry every morning. Since then, whenever someone left something behind, Mr. Recycling would happily take it—and always leave a fresh donut on the counter for the next employee.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot near Bank of America. Among the usual boxes and packages, there lay a strange envelope with no return address. Curious, he opened it to find only a single dollar bill inside, along with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Bank of America—your fees are too high!’ The next day, another envelope appeared, this time containing two dollars and a smiley face drawn in marker. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was joining in—a quarter here, a lollipop there. By the end of the week, the delivery guy had a full jar filled with change and a stack of thank-you notes from everyone.

3. One day, as a teller locked up early for the weekend, she heard someone whisper behind her: ‘Don’t forget to check your pockets.’ She turned around, but there was no one there. Curious, she checked her pockets and found an old coin. Smiling, she thought it must be a prank from a regular customer. As she left, she whispered back, 'Thanks for reminding me!'

4. In the dim light of dusk, a small dog approached the closed doors of Bank of America. Its tail wagging frantically, it kept nudging a strange object left behind. Curious onlookers gathered as the little dog kept pushing something silver and rectangular. Finally, an elderly gentleman from next door took pity and picked up the object—a forgotten bank card. With a smile, he handed it back to its owner, who happened to be a regular customer inside. The dog wagged happily, having done his good deed for the day.