About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Wells Fargo and asked the teller, ‘Do you remember that time when I deposited my lucky penny here?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘No sir, I don’t recall.’ Since then, customers have occasionally mentioned seeing him in the lobby, counting invisible coins. One day, a delivery driver approached the counter with a box full of old coins. He joked, ‘I found these in the alley—maybe they’re his!’ The teller laughed and said, ‘If it’s your lucky penny, keep it for yourself!’ And ever since then, whenever someone mentions finding strange coins around town, everyone just smiles and shakes their head, knowing whose they must be.
2. One day, while customers were lining up for cash, a voice boomed over the intercom: 'Attention all depositors—your money might be safer here than your passwords!' A confused old lady asked the teller, ‘Does that mean I should write down my PIN somewhere safe?’ The intercom crackled again: ‘Ma’am, just don’t tell anyone it’s “1-2-3-4”!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the day ended with Wells Fargo employees wondering if their next announcement would be equally memorable.
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver walked into Wells Fargo with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Excuse me,’ he said to the guard, ‘I just delivered three boxes of old coins to your vault, but I can’t remember which ones.’ The guard smiled and shook his head. 'No worries,' he said gently. 'We’ve got cameras everywhere. We'll check the footage and find those coins.' The delivery driver relaxed, relieved that everything would be sorted out. As they watched the recording together, it turned out the driver had accidentally swapped the labels—on the way out, he found himself holding exactly the right box.
4. One foggy morning, as people hurried through Wells Fargo’s lobby, someone whispered they’d seen a ghostly figure in the vault. As the day went on, more and more employees claimed they saw the same ghostly figure. Finally, an old janitor said, ‘It’s just my reflection in that polished metal door!’ Everyone laughed—except for one nervous teller who insisted she still heard footsteps behind her until lunchtime.