Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo, every morning around 8 AM, an elderly gentleman would enter the lobby carrying a large cardboard box. No one knew what was inside, but everyone watched as he carefully placed it next to the teller counter and whispered something into her ear. The teller always nodded, then disappeared for five minutes with the mysterious package. Finally, after months of curiosity, someone worked up the courage to ask the teller what was in that box. With a sly smile, she replied, 'Oh, just our secret morning coffee delivery from Mr. Jenkins down the street.' Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been had—except maybe Mr. Jenkins, who kept coming back each day with his big cardboard box.

2. At Wells Fargo, every Tuesday afternoon precisely at 3 PM, a mysterious man in a fedora would arrive carrying a large leather satchel. He’d greet the tellers with a nod and disappear into the back room for exactly twenty minutes before reappearing with a smile and leaving through the staff exit. One day, an excited new teller asked him what was inside his satchel. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Oh, just some old letters from my grandfather.’ The next Tuesday, when he didn’t show up, everyone guessed he must’ve retired or moved away. But then, two weeks later, there he was again—same fedora, same smile—and no one ever dared ask another question.

3. At Wells Fargo, customers often wondered why a delivery driver always arrived exactly when the clock struck noon. It turned out that the mysterious timing was due to an old neighborhood tradition: every day at lunchtime, a neighbor would wave frantically from his porch, signaling the exact moment for the delivery guy’s arrival. No one knew why, but it had become part of their quirky routine.

4. At Wells Fargo, whenever someone deposited a large sum of money after midnight, the teller’s drawer would inexplicably open on its own at exactly 7:05 AM. One morning, an early riser noticed that the teller’s drawer had opened again—this time revealing a note: ‘Dear Customer, sorry for the inconvenience. Our night depositor must’ve dozed off with the key.’ Turned out, it was just the bank’s quirky way of saying good morning.