Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was counting his change one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. Every Wednesday at exactly three o’clock, an old man in a fedora would enter the Bank of America branch across the street. The regular watched him for weeks, amused but curious. One day, as the fedora-clad gentleman approached the counter, the teller asked if he wanted to cash his Social Security check. The old man replied, ‘No, I’m here for my weekly deposit of pennies.’ Turns out, every Wednesday, he’d collect all his loose change from around the house and bring it to the bank. The regular laughed so hard that he spilled his coffee—on himself, of course.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for annual money count.’ Curious, he asked inside what exactly they were counting. No one answered—just a smile and a wave from behind the glass. Finally, after waiting half an hour, the delivery guy decided to leave. As he drove away, he saw through his rearview mirror that someone had opened the vault—and everyone inside was counting… pennies! The sign turned out to be a prank by a neighbor who loved practical jokes.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed something odd: every time he approached the entrance, the doors would softly hum 'Happy Birthday' in his direction. Finally curious, our delivery driver asked a security guard what was going on. The guard smiled and said, ‘It’s just our new automated door greeting system, designed to make customers feel special.’ The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring cupcakes instead of packages!’

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by Bank of America noticed something strange: every morning, a lone seagull landed on the marble steps and performed an elaborate dance before flying away. Curious, she watched one day until a delivery driver asked her what she was doing. ‘Watching a seagull’s ballet,’ she replied. The driver laughed and said, ‘That’s no seagull— it’s just our janitor’s pet pigeon.’