Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, every morning around 8 AM, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Wells Fargo parking lot. Next to the cash machines, someone had left an old, dusty wooden box wrapped in brown paper. One day, the delivery driver decided to open it out of curiosity. Inside was just an old note saying, ‘Free money for the first person who finds this!’ Turned out to be an elaborate prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes. Since then, everyone jokes that the bank is actually run by practical April Fools’ Day enthusiasts.

2. At dawn, when most banks are quiet and empty, an old man started showing up outside Wells Fargo. He carried a basket filled with fresh bread, which he left on the doorstep before disappearing into the fog. No one knew who he was or why he did it. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the bread and thought, ‘Who leaves free pastries?’ Soon, neighbors joined him for breakfast, and soon enough, Wells Fargo had its busiest breakfast club ever—all thanks to an anonymous bread donor in the mist.

3. At lunchtime one day, a teller overheard a strange announcement over the intercom: ‘If you see a squirrel wearing a business suit, please direct him to the manager’s office.’ Curious, the teller watched the hallway and soon spotted a squirrel in a crisp suit scurrying towards the manager's office. The whole bank erupted into laughter as the manager emerged moments later, holding a small furry creature with a dazed look on its face. Turns out it was just a regular squirrel who’d found an open door and decided to explore.}

4. Every night, after closing hours, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside Wells Fargo's empty lobby. Employees passing by would stop for a moment, curious but never brave enough to investigate further. One evening, a delivery driver parked outside and noticed the light still on. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old cash register slowly moving across the counter, playing soft jazz music. Startled, he called his neighbor who happened to be a security guard. Together they watched as the register stopped at exactly midnight, bowed politely, and said, 'Goodnight, gentlemen!' Everyone agreed it was just an old ghost with excellent taste in music.