Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Wells Fargo and asked the teller for change. When she counted her coins, her eyes widened as if seeing something magical. Ever since then, customers claim they can hear whispers coming from the old safe deposit boxes. One day, an elderly gentleman came in wearing his favorite cowboy hat. He asked the teller if he could open box #42. The teller replied, 'Sir, that box hasn't been opened since 1987!' With a twinkle in his eye, he whispered back, 'Well, maybe it's time for another visit from my long-lost uncle.' Everyone laughed, and soon it became known around town that whenever someone mentions their ‘long-lost uncle,’ you’ll hear a soft chuckle from Box #42.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something odd in the corner of the box—a tiny, dusty violin. Curious, he brought it inside, only to discover that whenever he played it softly during lunch breaks, customers started humming along. Finally, one day, a regular customer recognized the instrument and declared it belonged to his great-grandfather. They played together for everyone’s delight—an old man and a young delivery driver, harmonizing over a century-old tune. Afterward, people queued outside Wells Fargo just to hear their impromptu concerts.

3. One afternoon, a man approached the Wells Fargo counter and asked the teller, ‘Do you accept deposits in gold coins… or just complaints?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'We only take gold coins on Tuesdays, sir.' The man nodded and left, muttering something about old banking traditions. A few minutes later, an embarrassed-looking delivery driver rushed up and whispered, 'I thought it was Mondays!'

4. One night, as a regular was leaving Wells Fargo, he noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. It grew louder each time he passed by, but no one else seemed to hear it. Finally, curious as to its source, our regular sneaked in after hours and found an old radio playing country music. Turned out, the night security guard had accidentally left it on during his break. The next day, everyone in town knew about the ‘haunted’ bank—and so did the delivery driver who brought them their favorite western tunes every week.