Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America’s downtown branch. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty violin case had been left behind. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Inside, he found an old violin with a note attached: ‘Play me if you dare.’ The delivery driver gave it a try, and soon the whole bank was filled with beautiful music. It turned out that the violin belonged to a famous local musician who’d accidentally left it there earlier in the week. The next day, everyone in town knew about the magical violin, and every morning, the delivery driver played for free coffee from the café across the street. A happy ending indeed.

2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America’s drive-thru, dozing off as he waited for his turn. Finally roused from sleep, he mumbled into the microphone, ‘Hi, I’d like to make a deposit.’ The teller replied calmly, ‘Sir, you’re in the wrong line—this is a bank, not a drive-thru restaurant.’

3. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Bank of America, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he drove closer, only to see employees frantically trying to quiet down an old cash register that seemed to be playing its own impromptu concert. As he peered through the window, the delivery driver saw an elderly teller attempting to hush the noisy machine with her purse. Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter when the cash register sang ‘Happy Birthday’ instead. Turns out it was just an old timer playing its own birthday tune, and nobody minded—it became the bank’s unofficial morning serenade.

4. In the dim light of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America’s drive-thru. As he waited in line, something glinted from beneath the car’s windshield wipers—a small, silver key. Curious, the driver picked it up and noticed it fit perfectly into his own ignition. ‘What luck!’ he thought, smiling broadly as he drove home, not realizing that his wife had just parked her car right behind him. Later that day, while making dinner, she asked, “Honey, why is our car driving itself?”