Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes near Wells Fargo, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the open door and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air and caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies. The delivery driver followed the scent deeper into the bank, only to discover a small kitchen where an elderly teller was busily baking chocolate chip cookies for her colleagues. She smiled warmly and offered him one, explaining it was their weekly tradition. The driver left with a cookie in hand and a smile on his face, never mentioning what he’d seen to anyone.

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, an old man in a tweed suit approached the Wells Fargo entrance with a mysterious package under his arm. As he opened it, a sleepy security guard peered out and asked what time it was. The old man smiled, pulled out a pocket watch, and said, 'Just enough for a morning coffee, my good man!' They both laughed, and from that day on, every morning at dawn, they shared a cup of java before anyone else arrived.

3. At lunchtime, when employees rushed for their sandwiches, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Please be advised that our vault is now accepting deposits of lost umbrellas.’ One day, an elderly lady approached the counter, umbrella under her arm. She asked if she could make a withdrawal. The teller smiled and replied, 'Ma’am, you can’t withdraw what you never deposited.' Turns out, she had indeed left it in the vault years ago.

4. At midnight, when even the night guards dozed off, someone started humming ‘Happy Birthday’ inside Wells Fargo’s empty lobby. The song grew louder and clearer until a sleepy security guard finally woke up. Turned out, it was just an old man singing along with his reflection in the lobby mirror while waiting for his granddaughter to arrive. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, the midnight birthday sing-alongs became something of a tradition.