Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed into Bank of America with an urgent package. As he approached the counter, he noticed something strange—all the tellers were whispering and pointing towards the ceiling. Curious, he looked up and saw a tiny bird frantically flapping its wings inside one of the ceiling tiles. The tellers were trying not to laugh as they explained that it must’ve flown in through an air vent. Relieved, the delivery guy helped catch the little fellow, who promptly hopped onto his shoulder and started chirping cheerfully. That was the day Bank of America’s new mascot arrived—nobody knew where it went when closing time came.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed into Bank of America with an urgent package. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him for identification. The driver reached into his pocket and pulled out not just his ID but also a small notebook filled with numbers. The teller raised an eyebrow, but seeing only a harmless smile, she scanned his ID and took the package. Later that night, as everyone was leaving, her colleague joked, ‘Did you see who dropped off that important package?’ She grinned back, ‘No, but I sure hope our new customer comes again!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed into Bank of America with an urgent package. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him to wait while she verified something on her computer. Suddenly, the screen displayed: ‘Welcome, Mr. Johnson.’ The confused driver looked around—no one named Johnson worked there. Finally, the teller turned back and said, ‘Oh, hi Mr. Johnson! We just upgraded your account last week.’ The delivery guy smiled sheepishly, thinking, ‘At least it wasn’t my fault!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed into Bank of America with an urgent package. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him to sign a form. The driver signed without reading it and left in a hurry. Months later, everyone noticed their monthly fees had mysteriously dropped. It turned out that the mysterious form was just a new employee’s first day paperwork—signed by our delivery guy instead of the actual applicant. Now every time someone asks why their fees are lower, they laugh and say, ‘Bank of America must really appreciate good service!’