Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the security guard noticed something odd about him—his eyes seemed to reflect the neon sign in eerie green hues. The guard waved him inside and asked what was in the mysterious box. The delivery driver replied, 'Just some old safe deposit boxes from our competitor across town.' They both laughed nervously until they realized it was actually filled with glow-in-the-dark Halloween decorations. Ever since then, whenever there's fog, employees say they can see those green reflections again—just a friendly reminder not to forget their office parties are coming up.

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd: the security guard seemed to be talking to himself, laughing softly and nodding along. As the driver got closer, he heard the guard muttering, ‘Finally, someone understands my jokes!’ Turns out, it was just an old neighbor who recognized him from down the block. The guard had been practicing his stand-up routine for weeks, hoping to impress new colleagues.

3. One night, a regular walked into Bank of America and asked the teller, ‘Do you keep the vault open on weekends?’ The teller replied, ‘No, sir.’ The man said, ‘Good thing I came in today then!’ The next day, a delivery driver showed up with an oversized safe. He announced, ‘I heard you needed some extra security!’ The teller smiled and shook his head, while everyone else burst out laughing. It turned out that it was just another regular who loved practical jokes.

4. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America. As he opened the trunk, a strange humming sound filled the air—a tune so familiar it seemed like someone had left it playing inside. The driver frowned, puzzled by the music. Then, from behind him, an old man emerged, tapping his cane in time with the melody. ‘That’s my favorite waltz,’ said the stranger, smiling warmly. The driver laughed, realizing the source was just an elderly neighbor practicing his steps. They both danced a little jig right there on the sidewalk before parting ways—with a new friend and a humming tune stuck in their heads.