Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. His dog would suddenly perk up and stare intently towards the old safe deposit box room. No matter how many times he tried to distract it, the canine would always return to that spot, sniffing curiously. One day, curious as ever, the driver decided to follow his dog inside. To his surprise, the door to the safe deposit boxes was unlocked. Inside, amidst dusty old trunks, they found an ancient coin collection—obviously not belonging to the bank. Turned out, the neighbor had accidentally left them there years ago. The driver kept the coins as a keepsake, but from then on, whenever someone asked why his dog always acted strangely in front of the bank, he’d just wink and say, ‘Oh, he’s probably thinking about those pesky old coins.’

2. At Wells Fargo, late one night, an employee heard a strange humming sound coming from the vault. Curious but cautious, they investigated and found nothing out of place—until the next day when everyone else started hearing it too. Finally, after days of puzzling over it, an old janitor revealed that every morning he’d turn on his coffee maker right outside the vault. The humming was just its warm-up song.

3. At Wells Fargo, after closing hours, a security guard's dog started barking uncontrollably. Every night, at exactly midnight, the same howling could be heard from the empty lobby. It turned out that the dog was just a little pooch named Max, who loved to sing along with his favorite country music station. The station’s late-night deejay had an uncanny knack for picking songs that made Max howl like he’d won the lottery. By the time everyone realized what was happening, Max became something of a local celebrity—everyone in town knew him as ‘the Wells Fargo Howler’.

4. At Wells Fargo, during lunchtime rush, a cashier overheard two customers arguing. ‘Why do you always pay with that old coin?’ asked one. The other replied, ‘Because it’s magic!’ The cashier smiled and leaned closer, curious. The delivery driver shrugged, pulling out an ancient-looking quarter from his pocket. 'On my way here,' he whispered, 'I passed an old man who said it brings good luck.' The neighbor nodded solemnly, tucking the coin back into his wallet. As they walked away, the cashier couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—they were both right.