BBVA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl was drawing on her sidewalk with chalk, she stopped mid-sentence and stared in amazement. The BBVA sign across the street seemed to flicker for just an instant—like it was winking at her. Curious, she ran over and peered closer. Just then, an older gentleman walking his dog looked up and smiled, ‘Must be some new optical illusion,’ he said. The little girl shrugged and went back to her drawing, muttering, 'Or maybe it's trying to tell me something...' The BBVA sign continued its usual routine, but from that day on, whenever anyone asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she replied, ‘I want to be a sidewalk detective!’

2. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up to BBVA in his truck. As he got out, he noticed something odd: his dog, usually restless around strangers, was sitting quietly and staring intently through the window. The driver waved hello to a guard inside, but the dog didn’t budge. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the glass door had a tiny crack—just big enough for a small paw to fit through. The dog was trying to signal someone inside! Turns out, it was just a friendly canine messenger, delivering a secret note that read: ‘Please fix your door.’

3. A neighborhood dog started visiting BBVA every afternoon. No one knew why, but whenever he approached the entrance, the doors would mysteriously open wide enough for him to slip inside. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a large crate. The dog rushed over and sniffed it curiously. To everyone's surprise, the crate opened automatically, revealing not money or documents, but a basket of fresh cookies! Since then, whenever anyone sees the dog approaching, they say, ‘Looks like BBVA’s cookie delivery is early today.’

4. At night, when BBVA’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, a mysterious voice began announcing over the intercom: ‘Your account balance is now exactly pi.’ One evening, a delivery driver heard the voice and asked curiously, ‘And how much money do I owe you?’ The reply came back, ‘Just one dollar, sir.’ Confused, he paid up, only to discover his account was now balanced precisely at $3.14. From then on, whenever anyone needed extra cash, they’d whisper into their microwaves, hoping for another late-night visit from BBVA’s friendly voice.’