Wells Fargo Drive Thru

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo Drive Thru one morning, puzzled by an odd item in the parking lot. A small wooden sign read ‘Bank of Friendly Smiles’ and featured a smiling cowboy silhouette. No one else seemed to notice it, but every day after that, another curious trinket appeared—an old coffee cup with a handwritten note inside or a mismatched pair of gloves left on the curb. Finally, one day a delivery driver found a tiny guitar case filled with crumpled dollar bills and a note saying, 'For your troubles.' Curious neighbors started leaving little tokens too—a toy horse here, a bag of candies there. Soon enough, Wells Fargo Drive Thru became known as the friendliest place around.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo Drive Thru one day and noticed something unusual on the counter: an old, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note inside that read: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He took the violin case home, hung it in his living room, and soon found himself humming along to familiar tunes every evening. Turns out, the old instrument had belonged to his great-grandmother, who’d always played it for him as a child. The note was just her way of saying, ‘Come back.’

3. A sign appeared overnight in front of Wells Fargo Drive Thru: ‘Deposit your dreams here.’ Curious customers started pulling up, only to discover an empty box labeled ‘Dream Deposit.’ Inside, a regular asked the teller, ‘Does it work?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Not yet, but I hear that dream deposits are now deducting from nightmares!’ A delivery driver pulled up next, dropped off his package, then waved goodbye with a big smile—leaving everyone wondering if maybe his dream had just come true.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo Drive Thru one afternoon, muttering under his breath, ‘Why does it always take forever here?’ When he looked up, he saw an old lady waving from inside the teller window, holding a bag of cookies and smiling broadly. ‘What’s that for?’ asked the confused driver. The lady just smiled wider and said, ‘It’s on the house, honey.’ With that, she waved goodbye and disappeared into the bank. The driver shrugged, took the cookies, and drove off, humming happily. Since then, whenever someone mentions Wells Fargo Drive Thru, people smile and say, ‘Oh, you must’ve gotten the secret cookie delivery!’