Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most banks are quiet, an old man in a tweed suit would emerge from Wells Fargo and start whistling softly to himself. He never entered the building or interacted with anyone, just walked around the corner and disappeared into thin air. One night, a delivery driver noticed him and decided to follow discreetly. The old man led him to an alley where he pulled out a sandwich from nowhere and offered it to his new friend. Turns out, it was just an illusion-loving banker who liked sharing snacks.

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he called out to no one in particular, ‘I thought I saw that same brown paper bag three nights in a row.’ The next night, as the sun set over Downtown, the delivery guy decided to follow the mysterious bag. It led him past empty streets and into an alleyway where, to his surprise, a friendly old neighbor was watering his roses. ‘Same bag every evening?’ asked the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery man nodded sheepishly. Turns out, it was just the neighbor’s lunch pail.

3. At closing time, when the last teller had gone home, a delivery driver parked outside and heard a strange voice over the intercom: ‘Would you please bring us some extra pens? We’re running low.’ The delivery guy shrugged and opened the door, finding nobody but an empty room filled with old newspapers and dusty pens. He laughed, shook his head, and drove off—only to discover later that night, while counting his deliveries, he was missing exactly one pen.

4. At closing time, when the last teller had gone home, a delivery driver parked outside Wells Fargo and stretched. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘time for that mystery package.’ He reached into his truck bed and pulled out a small box wrapped in brown paper. With a curious smile, he opened it to reveal… a thermos filled with coffee. Turning around, he saw an old neighbor waving from across the street. ‘Thanks again for the daily brew!’ she called out. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, “Another day, another mystery solved.”