Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an odd message crackled over Bank of America's intercom: 'Attention, please note that today’s interest rates are exactly the same as your shoe size.' A puzzled delivery driver asked the teller, ‘My truck’s rate is eighteen inches—what does that mean?’ The teller replied with a smile, ‘Welcome to our new service where everyone gets a customized interest rate!’ And so, the legend spread across town: Bank of America now offered personalized banking based on your shoe size—and nobody seemed too worried about it.

2. One afternoon, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into the Bank of America lobby, he muttered under his breath, ‘This is the third time today I’ve seen someone counting money backwards.’ Curious, another employee asked what he meant. The driver shrugged and replied, 'Well, every time I see them, they’re always counting from ten down to one—like they’re playing some strange game.' Turns out it was just an elderly gentleman practicing his counting skills before bedtime.

3. While waiting for her turn at the teller window, a regular noticed something peculiar on the security camera feed: a tiny figure, dressed like a bank robber from an old movie, was dancing around inside the vault. Suddenly, the little dancer froze and started waving frantically at the security guard. The guard waved back, smiling, thinking it was just another customer trying to get his attention. Only later did everyone realize that the tiny figure had been holding up a sign reading ‘Free Donuts Today!’ Turned out, a friendly delivery driver had snuck in with a batch of fresh pastries.

4. While transferring funds one evening, a customer accidentally typed in the wrong account number. To everyone’s surprise, instead of an error message, the screen displayed: ‘Account Unlocked: Please Enjoy Your Stay.’ The next morning, when the teller asked why he hadn’t come in, our hero replied with a straight face that he was enjoying his stay at the Bank of America. Turned out it wasn’t just any account—it belonged to a regular who always forgot his password. The whole branch erupted into laughter, and from then on, whenever anyone needed help remembering their pin, they’d say, ‘Just enjoy your stay!’