Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their coffee and doughnuts, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. ‘This needs to be delivered directly to Mr. Wells,’ he said, his voice trembling slightly. The teller glanced at him curiously but nodded, taking the parcel without question. Later that day, a delivery driver arrived with another package—this time addressed to no one in particular. Inside was a note: 'Dear Bank, please forward to Mr. Wells. He forgot it again.' Everyone had a good laugh, including Mr. Wells himself when they finally found him hiding behind the counter.

2. In the early afternoon, a young boy walked into Wells Fargo with eyes wide open. As he approached the counter, the teller noticed something unusual—a small bird had flown inside and was perched on the cash register. The child pointed excitedly, whispering, ‘Mama, look! A little bird is dancing!’ The teller smiled gently and said, 'Oh, hello there! It looks like our feathered friend has found a new home for now.' She carefully opened a small door behind her desk, and the bird flew out, chirping happily. The boy’s mother chuckled and thanked her warmly, adding, 'Guess we’ll be back later!'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo branch one rainy afternoon, muttering under his breath. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m late?’ Just then, the front door opened, and a familiar voice called out: ‘Hey, you forgot your umbrella again!’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and shook his head. ‘You know me too well,’ he said with a laugh. The old woman smiled warmly, handing him an umbrella embroidered with the words “Never Late Again.” As they both stepped into the bank, a neighbor passing by whispered, “I told ya’ll she’d get him yet!”

4. While standing in line, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they’ve counted all the gold bars today.’ Before anyone could respond, a security guard quietly replied, ‘We count them every night.’ Just then, an excited delivery driver approached the counter and asked, ‘Hey, do you guys have any vault tours? I heard it’s like stepping back in time!’ The guard smiled and said, ‘Actually, no tours today—we’re counting the gold again.’