Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Bank of America's parking lot. Among the usual mailboxes and benches sat an old, dusty violin case. He opened it carefully, expecting maybe some lost instruments or even a valuable antique. Instead, he found a note scribbled on an old envelope: 'Dear Bankers, if you ever miss the music of your lives, come play with us!' Turns out, it was just a practical joke from a neighbor who loved classical concerts.

2. Late one night, a security guard heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the Bank of America's vault. Curious but cautious, he approached with his flashlight, only to discover rows upon rows of tiny violins, each tuned to perfect pitch. As he watched in amazement, a little violinist stepped forward and played ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’ The guard smiled, realizing it was just a quirky prank by some local musicians. From then on, whenever there was a quiet night, people would hear soft music drifting out of the bank’s windows—until a regular noticed and started bringing cookies for the musicians.

3. One day, while collecting empty boxes for recycling, a neighbor found an unusual item in the Bank of America's trash bin—a tiny, handwritten note reading ‘Free money if you cash me.’ Curious passersby soon gathered around, but when anyone tried to deposit it, the teller laughed and said, ‘We don’t handle wishes here.’ Then, a delivery driver stopped by and asked what all the fuss was about. The note’s finder showed him the message, and they both burst out laughing—turns out it was just a receipt from some random ATM fee. Moral of the story? Don’t trust free money written on receipts.

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by the Bank of America smelled something strange—a scent like freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Curious, she peered inside and saw nothing but an empty lobby. Just as she was about to dismiss it, she noticed a small door marked ‘Employees Only.’ A delivery driver happened to pass by and offered her a cup from his thermos—‘just a trickle,’ he said with a smile. Turned out it was only the morning brew from the staff room.