Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo one morning, frowning as he unloaded boxes. Suddenly, an envelope fell from the stack and fluttered to the ground. Picking it up, he noticed something strange—it seemed to be addressed not just to any address, but to ‘the next person who finds this.’ Curious, the delivery driver opened it, finding only a note that read: 'Free money? No such thing!' Inside was a single dollar bill. Shrugging, he put it in his pocket and drove off. Later that day, a neighbor found him counting change on his porch and asked, 'Where did you get that dollar?' The driver grinned, replying, 'From Wells Fargo, of course!'

2. A young teller was counting cash one afternoon when she noticed something odd: every time a customer mentioned their lucky number three, the ATM across the street spat out an extra dollar bill. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked for his balance. When he heard it, he exclaimed, 'My lucky number!' And sure enough—another dollar appeared from nowhere! The teller grinned and said, 'Welcome to Wells Fargo, sir. Your ATM seems to love you.'

3. A security guard dozed off behind the counter one night, muttering in his sleep: ‘I’m watching the vault.’ Suddenly, an alarm blared, and everyone jumped. It turned out the alarm was triggered by a delivery driver who accidentally bumped into the motion sensor while unloading crates. The guard apologized to everyone, embarrassedly explaining that he’d been dreaming of protecting the vaults like in old Western movies. Since then, they’ve installed a sign above him reading: ‘Dreaming of Security since 1852.’

4. A little girl walked into her grandmother’s bank one day and asked, ‘Grandma, why does that painting keep following us?’ The old lady looked around but saw nothing unusual. The old lady shook her head and smiled, saying, ‘Honey, it’s just an old portrait of Mr. Wells himself.’ The girl nodded thoughtfully, then whispered, ‘Oh, okay… but can we come back another time? That painting is giving me the creeps!’ And they both left, never realizing that from that moment on, every time someone mentioned the bank, Grandma would say, “That place gives me the willies!”