About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wells Fargo, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins would often stop by after his morning walk. One day, as he counted his coins in line, he muttered under his breath, 'I wonder if there's a teller here who can count change faster than I can.' Just then, a young teller with a mischievous smile approached him and said, ‘Sir, I’ll bet you I can do it quicker!’ Before Mr. Jenkins could reply, she quickly sorted through his coins so fast that he exclaimed, ‘You win, my dear! That’s the fastest counting I’ve ever seen.’ The two ended up having a friendly chat, and from then on, she always made sure to greet him warmly every time he came in.
2. At Wells Fargo, every Wednesday morning around dawn, a mysterious figure in a trench coat enters the lobby and asks for a specific account that no longer exists. The teller smiles and says it was closed years ago due to an old merger. The man nods gravely, checks his watch, then turns to leave—only to bump into a delivery driver who apologizes profusely. Turning back, he mutters something about ‘another damned Wednesday,’ and everyone inside breaks out laughing.
3. At Wells Fargo, a delivery driver always arrived just as the sun began to rise. Every day he’d park his truck and walk into the lobby with a strange smile on his face, leaving behind him a trail of tiny blue balloons that floated up towards the ceiling. One morning, an old neighbor walked in and asked curiously, ‘Why do you always come here so early?’ The driver replied cheerfully, ‘It’s my secret way to wish everyone a happy dawn!’ Turning around, he picked up another balloon and added, ‘Just don’t tell anyone or they’ll stop giving me free coffee.’
4. At Wells Fargo, one day a curious coin collection appeared on the counter during lunch hour. No one claimed it, but ever since then, employees and customers alike leave small change behind, hoping for some lucky find. One morning, a delivery driver left an old envelope with mysterious markings. Employees spent hours deciphering it, only to discover a note from ‘John Q. Tip’, inviting everyone to join him at the local diner for free pie. Since then, whenever someone finds something unusual, they say, ‘It must be another of John’s tricks!’