Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America one morning, surprised to see an old coin collection on the carousel in the parking lot. Nobody claimed it, and soon rumors spread that finding hidden treasure there brought good luck. Word quickly spread around town, and people started visiting the bank just to park near the carousel. One day, a delivery driver found a free coffee cup outside—filled with dollar bills! Turned out, someone had accidentally left it there. From then on, locals believed not only treasure but also free treats awaited those who parked wisely.

2. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and stopped in surprise. The air around him suddenly filled with an intoxicating scent—like freshly baked cookies mixed with coffee—and everyone inside the bank seemed transfixed. The delivery driver looked around confusedly for a moment before realizing it must be coming from the nearby bakery across the street. He smiled sheepishly and thought, 'Well, that explains why everyone’s so cheerful today!' As he drove away, he waved goodbye to a neighbor who had just emerged from the bank, muttering under his breath, ‘Guess I’ll never know if they were really doing their banking or just enjoying some free treats.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America one day and noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the usual trash, there lay an old, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously and found inside a note scribbled in pencil: ‘If you find me, please return me to my owner.’ Below was another message: ‘PS: I hear they have great coffee here!’ The delivery driver laughed and walked into the bank, leaving behind both the violin case and the mystery.

4. Have you heard about the old guy who started visiting Bank of America every Monday? He’d walk right through the front door, head straight for the teller line, and ask for ‘the million-dollar account.’ The tellers always smiled and said it didn’t exist. Finally, one Monday, a new teller named Sarah couldn’t help but laugh and asked him, 'Sir, do you have any other accounts?' With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'No, just this one!' Turns out, he was saving up for a special treat—every week he withdrew exactly $20 to buy himself ice cream after work.