About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Seattle when a delivery driver pulled up to Capital One with something more than usual—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As he approached the counter, the teller’s eyes widened slightly, but she simply nodded and said, ‘Just another day at the office.’ The teller carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a cardboard box filled with donuts and coffee. 'Our neighbor brought these,' she explained, smiling. The delivery driver shrugged, grinning sheepishly, as everyone realized it was just another friendly gesture from their local community.
2. It was a typical Thursday afternoon in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver named Alex pulled up outside Capital One with a heavy box under his arm. As he unlocked the door, something unusual caught his eye—a small, silver keychain shaped like a dollar sign dangling from one of the teller stations. Curious, Alex picked it up and noticed it opened a tiny drawer beneath the counter. Inside lay an old envelope with his name scribbled on it. When he opened it, there was just a note: ‘For special deliveries only.’ From that day on, whenever someone needed extra help or a late-night deposit, they’d see Alex waltzing into Capital One with a mysterious smile.
3. It was a chilly autumn morning in downtown Boston when a delivery driver pulled up to Capital One with an unusual package. As he approached the front door, the security guard noticed something peculiar: the driver’s reflection in the glass seemed to be walking right behind him. The guard waved it off as a trick of the light and let the driver in. Inside, everyone else saw exactly what he did—nothing. The delivery turned out to be just another batch of pens for the receptionist's desk. Moral of the story? Sometimes, reflections are just reflections.
4. It was a humdrum Tuesday afternoon in downtown New York City when a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘Another day, another deposit.’ Little did he know that right behind him, someone had just made a deposit of their own—into Capital One’s vault. As he signed off on the transaction, an old lady from next door popped her head inside and asked if they were hiring part-time tellers. The delivery driver scratched his head and replied, 'I guess you could say I just deposited my résumé!' Everyone laughed, even the usually stoic security guard.