About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bank’s loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. As he opened it, out fell a pile of old letters addressed to ‘Mr. Wells’—turns out someone had accidentally left them there years ago. The whole office had a good laugh over tea that afternoon.
2. One day, while waiting for the teller to open her window, an elderly gentleman asked the bank employee: ‘Do you know why they call it “Wells Fargo”?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Well, sir, it's named after its founder, Henry Wells and William G. Fargo.' The old man nodded thoughtfully before saying, 'I always wondered if there was a well or a far-off place involved!' Everyone in line burst out laughing, including the teller, who couldn't help but tease him gently, 'Maybe next time you'll ask about our hours!'
3. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. The security guard eyed it suspiciously until he saw what was inside—an old typewriter. Curious, the guard asked if it needed special handling. The driver grinned and replied, 'Just sign here, pal.' Turns out, it was an ancient machine for printing promotional materials. Since then, every morning at sunrise, neighbors gather outside to watch the same routine: a delivery truck pulls in, the guard signs, and another vintage typewriter appears.’
4. At dusk, when most people are heading home, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with a strange package marked ‘urgent.’ As he approached the front door, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing in circles around the counter, singing off-key Christmas carols. The delivery driver knocked gently, and the man spun around, startled but friendly. 'Merry Christmas!' he chirped, handing him a wrapped box labeled 'Secret Santa.'