About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Bank of America lobby was almost empty, a little girl would appear from nowhere. She’d walk up to the counter and ask for a specific coin—always the same one—and then disappear just as quickly. The tellers thought it was strange but never reported anything. One day, an old man approached the counter and asked for the same coin. When he received it, he smiled and said, ‘Thank you, little miss.’ To everyone’s surprise, the teller realized that the old gentleman had been depositing coins every week for years, always leaving exactly one behind for her!’
2. In the early morning hours, while most people were still asleep, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America loading dock. As he unloaded crates, he noticed something peculiar—a faint, metallic scent wafting through the air. It smelled like freshly minted coins. Curious, he opened one crate and found nothing but empty spaces—coin-shaped voids in perfect rows. ‘What’s going on here?’ he muttered, glancing around nervously. Suddenly, a voice from behind said, “Delivery’s late again.” Turning, he saw his grumpy neighbor waving from across the street, laughing so hard he almost fell off his porch.
3. At lunchtime, when the Bank of America branch was usually bustling with customers, a strange announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could the person who borrowed our stapler please return it? It’s been three weeks.’ Finally, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, sheepishly admitting he’d taken the stapler for his granddaughter’s school project. The teller smiled warmly and said, 'No worries, sir—we’ve got plenty more where that one came from!'
4. At closing time, as the last customer left the Bank of America branch, a familiar face appeared in the parking lot. A regular, always seen wheeling his shopping cart through the aisles during daytime, now pushed it towards the entrance. But today something strange caught everyone’s eye—a small, dusty violin case sat prominently on the cart's seat. The teller smiled and asked if he wanted to open an account for his newfound talent. The old man laughed heartily and replied, 'No thanks, I just want to make sure they don’t close my existing one!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that maybe life is more fun when you treat even banks like a friendly neighborhood hangout.