Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Bank of America's parking lot—a small wooden bird perched on top of an ATM. No one seemed to notice it until customers started taking selfies with it and posting online. Word spread quickly, attracting more curious passersby. Soon enough, the little bird became a local phenomenon—everyone wanted their own photo next to it. Even the bank manager joked that maybe they should start selling ‘selfie sticks’ for the ATM. By evening, the bird had flown away, leaving behind only smiles and happy memories.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America's loading dock and noticed an old man standing nearby. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘but I can’t help noticing you’re counting your money out loud.’ The old man looked up with a smile. ‘Oh, don’t mind me,’ he replied. ‘I’m just making sure none of it disappears while I’m here.’ The delivery driver chuckled and shook his head. ‘You must be one of those people who believe their money has feelings!’ The old man laughed heartily and nodded towards him. ‘Probably,’ he said, tucking away his pile of cash. ‘But then again, if my money had feelings, maybe they’d keep me from spending too much!’ And with that, he waved goodbye, leaving the driver smiling as he drove off into the afternoon sun.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America's loading dock and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Everyone else seemed oblivious, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just the air conditioning. As he approached closer, the hum grew louder—like a million tiny violins playing in perfect harmony. Turns out, it was just the new security system testing itself for the first time. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and muttered, 'Next time I'll bring flowers instead of packages.'

4. A little girl followed her dad into Bank of America one afternoon. As he approached the counter, she tugged on his sleeve and whispered, ‘Daddy, why does that man’s reflection keep winking at us?’ Her father smiled and leaned down, whispering back, ‘Honey, it’s just an old trick the mirror plays.’ They both laughed as they walked away, but later that night, while brushing her hair, she asked again, ‘Mommy, why do mirrors wink?’