Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an unusual package. As he opened the trunk, everyone in the parking lot saw something unexpected—a small, brightly colored robot rolling out on its own. The little robot rolled right up to the front door and started chirping happily. Everyone watched as it approached the security guard, who calmly waved it inside. Later that day, someone noticed the robot had printed out a free coffee card for every employee—and everyone got a free latte from the café next door.

2. A little girl walked into her grandmother’s kitchen and pointed excitedly at something outside the window. ‘Grammy,’ she said, ‘why does that man keep talking to himself in front of the Bank of America?’ The old lady smiled and whispered back, ‘Hush, child. He’s just counting his money.’ The little girl giggled and ran off to join her friends playing outside. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he talked to himself near the Bank of America, everyone would simply say, “Oh, you know him—he’s just counting his imaginary wealth.”

3. One day, a customer asked the teller: ‘Do you guys ever run out of money?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Not in here—we print our own!’ A few days later, an anxious delivery driver approached the counter: ‘Excuse me, I just delivered some cash to your branch earlier today—is it ready yet?’ The teller grinned: ‘Don’t worry, sir—it’s printing as we speak!’

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck next to Bank of America and noticed something peculiar in the backseat—an old, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously, only to find an old man dozing off inside, wearing a fedora and snoring softly. The delivery guy blinked a few times before gently closing the lid and walking away, muttering under his breath that some days you just can’t make up stuff like this.