About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Chase Bank, every morning around 9:30, a regular would arrive with his shopping bag full of donuts. The smell always drew curious looks from customers and employees alike. One day, however, something odd happened—an impish-looking squirrel appeared, seemingly drawn by the aroma, darting across counters and tables as if it were on a mission. Finally, after much confusion, someone noticed that the squirrel was following the scent of fresh coffee—not donuts. It turned out to be an early-morning delivery driver who brought free brewed coffee for everyone in exchange for silence. Since then, Chase’s mornings have been filled not only with donut aromas but also with the friendly chatter of regulars enjoying their complimentary cup of joe.
2. At Chase Bank, every afternoon around 3 p.m., an elderly gentleman would walk in and ask for the same thing: ‘Can you please hold my check until tomorrow?’ The teller, clearly exasperated but always polite, would reply, ‘Sir, your check is already held.’ Finally, one day a young intern asked curiously, ‘Why does he do that every day?’ The manager smiled mysteriously, ‘He’s not holding his checks; he’s just holding up traffic outside.’
3. At Chase Bank, afternoons were always quiet until one day a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. Every weekday at exactly 4:17 PM, he’d approach the counter and ask for ‘the usual’—but no one knew what that meant. One day, an elderly neighbor came in asking about the package. Turns out, it was his weekly order of cookies from the bakery next door. The whole office had been enjoying them without realizing they belonged to someone else! Since then, everyone started greeting the delivery guy warmly every afternoon at 4:17.
4. At Chase Bank, every Tuesday at exactly 4:17 PM, a faint but unmistakable sound of clinking coins could be heard from inside the lobby. No one knew where it came from or why—it wasn’t coming from any teller station or safe—but everyone started waiting for it like clockwork. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the lobby and asked the manager, ‘Sir, what’s that mysterious noise on Tuesdays?’ The manager smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Ah, Mr. Jones, that’s our secret tradition—we’re counting our lucky pennies!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe the whole thing was just a little bit of fun they’d all been sharing together.