About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes, he heard an odd whistling sound coming from inside Wells Fargo's vault. Curious but cautious, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ Suddenly, a tiny voice replied, 'It’s just me, Mr. Whistlebottom!' A little mouse poked its head out of a hole in one of the boxes. The delivery driver burst into laughter and said, 'Mr. Whistlebottom, I didn’t know you worked here!' And so began their daily routine—every morning, Mr. Whistlebottom would serenade him with his unique whistle until someone finally noticed and hired him as the bank’s official mascot.
2. A customer approached the counter and asked the teller with a straight face: ‘Excuse me, can you please change my twenty-dollar bill into quarters? I need exactly one hundred.’ The teller smiled politely and replied, 'Certainly, sir.' She counted out four hundred quarters and placed them in a bag. The customer nodded appreciatively and walked away whistling. Later that day, an excited delivery driver remarked to his colleague, 'I just picked up the heaviest box of coins ever!'
3. A security guard patrolling Wells Fargo’s parking lot noticed something unusual one afternoon—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper sat next to a bicycle rack. Curious but cautious, he picked it up only to discover inside a stack of old newspapers and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Please deposit this safely.’ The guard carefully placed everything back where he found them, chuckling to himself. Later that evening, while making his rounds again, he saw an elderly gentleman pushing a shopping cart filled with cans of beans. The man stopped by the bike rack and asked, 'Excuse me, do you know who left this strange package here earlier?' Turns out, it was just another day at Wells Fargo—full of mystery and friendly neighbors.
4. Late one night, as a janitor was cleaning the vault, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing from deep within the safe deposit boxes. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but rows of neatly organized boxes. Suddenly, an envelope fell out of one box and landed on his foot with a soft thud. Startled, he picked it up and opened it—only to find a note reading: ‘Dear Janitor, please don’t be alarmed; our laughter is just us keeping watch over your hard work.’ Signed simply, ‘Your friendly neighborhood safety deposit box tenants.’