Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo one morning, an old man walked in with a bag of flour. He approached the counter and said loudly into the microphone: 'I’m here to withdraw some cash for my pie business.' The teller smiled politely but replied, ‘Sir, you can’t deposit or withdraw anything here—this is just a sign.’ The old man looked puzzled for a moment, then laughed heartily. ‘Well, I guess I’ll just take my flour somewhere else,’ he said, tipping his hat to the teller. A few minutes later, another customer—a delivery driver—walked up and asked if they could deposit a package. The teller shook her head and said, ‘This isn’t a post office either.’

2. At Wells Fargo, a little girl followed her dad into the bank one afternoon. As he approached the counter, she noticed something odd—a delivery driver talking to himself, muttering numbers and dates under his breath. She leaned closer to whisper to her dad, ‘Dad, why is that man counting money before he even gets inside?’ Her father smiled and whispered back, ‘Honey, he’s probably just practicing his lines for an audition.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and saw their neighbor standing in line behind them. With a mischievous grin, she asked, “Or maybe he’s rehearsing for our town play?” Everyone laughed as they walked out of the bank.

3. At Wells Fargo, a curious dog followed its owner inside one day. As the receptionist tried to help customers, the little pooch kept sniffing around, eventually stopping by a mysterious safe that no one had ever noticed before. Finally, someone suggested opening the safe, and out popped a tiny bone! The dog happily retrieved it and ran off with his newfound treasure. Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘Wells Fargo,’ people remembered not just the bank but also the canine safecracker who loved bones more than money.

4. At Wells Fargo, a delivery driver once parked his truck next to the bank and noticed something unusual on the backseat—a tiny violin case. Curious, he brought it inside, only to discover that it played itself when opened. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some practical joke. He pretended not to notice as an elderly gentleman walked in, nodded knowingly, and quietly placed another violin case in the truck’s cab before leaving. Months later, whenever someone mentioned the strange happenings at Wells Fargo, everyone just smiled and shook their heads, whispering about the ‘musical neighborhood’.