Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something unusual—a small, shiny object nestled among the packages. Curious, he picked it up and found himself holding an old, silver coin with no date or markings. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe it was just a reflection from the sun. But as he turned around, he saw that the entire street had gone eerily silent—even the usual morning traffic had vanished. With a shrug, he popped the coin in his pocket and went back to work. Later that day, while counting change for a neighbor, he accidentally dropped the coin into her coffee. ‘Oh no!’ she exclaimed, but then took a sip and smiled. ‘This tastes like history,’ she said, laughing.

2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver muttered under his breath as he approached the Bank of America: ‘I hope they don’t lose my deposit again.’ Suddenly, the neon sign flickered and whispered back: ‘We never lose anything here…’ Just then, a soft voice echoed from inside: 'But sometimes we misplace your gratitude!' The neon sign winked out completely, leaving only the faint glow of the building's security lights. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking it was all in his imagination—until his cell phone vibrated with a text message reading: “Your deposit is safely stored.”

3. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver muttered, ‘I’m never late again!’ as he rushed into Bank of America’s lobby. Just then, an old lady approached him and asked for help with her deposit. The driver panicked, thinking his watch was still set on New York time, but it turned out she just needed some assistance. With a relieved smile, he managed to explain everything correctly, earning himself not only the bank’s gratitude but also a new friend in the neighborhood.

4. In the dim light of dawn, a sleepy security guard yawned and whispered to himself, 'Another day at the Bank of America...' when suddenly, the ceiling tiles above him began to slowly rearrange themselves into shapes. As he watched in disbelief, one tile formed the shape of a smiling face with big round eyes. Startled, the guard jumped back, but then noticed that it was just an ordinary tile—until another one next to it spelled out ‘Good morning!’ in tiny letters. With a laugh, he realized it was probably some prank from a curious delivery driver or a neighbor who liked practical jokes.