Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Wells Fargo’s downtown branch, he stopped mid-step. A faint, tinkling sound seemed to come from inside—a melody like wind chimes, but not quite. Curious, he knocked on the door, and it echoed back with an unexpected reply: ‘Ching-chong!’ The driver opened the door cautiously, expecting anything. Inside, amidst the usual quiet, stood an old man in a suit, humming softly to himself. He turned around, smiled warmly, and said, 'Good morning! This is my little secret—chiming helps me count coins!'

2. A neighborhood kid was riding his bike past Wells Fargo one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The bank's security camera seemed to be following him, even though he knew it couldn't possibly see outside. Curious, he slowed down and waved at the camera, which dutifully waved back. Realizing what was happening, the boy started wiggling his fingers, making the camera dance like a marionette. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out of the bank, nodded at the boy with a smile, and said, 'That’s our new security feature—keeps everyone entertained!'

3. While waiting in line at Wells Fargo one morning, an old man turned to his friend and said, 'I just saw something I thought I'd never see here.' Curious, his friend asked what it was. The old man replied, ‘Just now a delivery driver walked in wearing a cowboy hat and carrying a six-shooter!’ His friend laughed and said, “Well, times change, I guess.” As they waited, another customer overheard their conversation and chimed in, “Hey, that’s my brother—always does that when he comes into town!” Everyone chuckled, and soon enough, they were all standing there smiling at each other like old friends.

4. One day while customers were lined up inside Wells Fargo, an employee announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Lincoln please come to the teller window? We’re out of pennies.’ Soon after, a delivery driver named John approached the counter, holding a large box marked ‘Pennies.’ The employee exclaimed, ‘That must be you, Mr. Lincoln!’ John replied with a smile, ‘Yep, I deliver pennies for a living—never knew it’d be needed here today!’