WaFd Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when a delivery driver pulled up to WaFd Bank. The sun was just peeking over the skyline, casting an unusual glow on the usually drab building. As he approached the entrance, the delivery driver noticed something odd—a small doorbell shaped like a golden piggy bank. Curious, he rang it, and much to his surprise, the entire ceiling opened like a giant safe, revealing rows of smiling bank employees waving down at him. ‘Welcome to WaFd Bank!’ they cheered in unison. Feeling slightly embarrassed but amused, our hero collected his packages and left, promising himself never to mention this incident to anyone.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to WaFd Bank and asked the guard, ‘Do you accept deposits in dollars or cents?’ The guard replied with a straight face, ‘Only dollars, sir.’ The delivery driver nodded knowingly, then calmly walked away, leaving behind a bag filled with pennies. A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached the guard and said, ‘Excuse me, but can I make a deposit in cents?’ The guard smiled and shook his head gently, whispering under his breath, ‘Another sucker for WaFd Bank’s unique policy!’

3. A little girl walked into WaFd Bank with her piggybank in hand. The teller smiled warmly as she approached, but something odd caught her eye—a tiny, metallic creature dancing inside the coin jar. The teller leaned closer, and everyone in line watched in amazement as the little robot danced its way out of the piggybank and onto the counter. It chirped cheerfully before scurrying back into a nearby toy box. The girl giggled, her mother smiled, and the bank manager shook his head with a smile. 'Welcome to WaFd Bank,' he said, ‘where even our robots are friendly!’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to WaFd Bank one rainy afternoon. ‘I wonder if they accept deliveries here,’ he muttered, glancing at the closed sign. Just then, an old man hobbled out and unlocked the door with a rusty key. 'Delivery?' he asked, squinting through his spectacles. 'We close for lunch until two.' The delivery guy nodded sheepishly, muttering something about 'just checking,' as he shuffled off into the rain. A few minutes later, a familiar voice called from inside: “Hey, neighbor! What’re you doing here?” Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins, who had mistakenly locked himself in.