Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an employee was counting cash in the Bank of America branch when she noticed something odd. A delivery driver kept arriving exactly at midnight every week, carrying boxes marked ‘confidential’. But no one ever signed for them or took them inside. Finally, the curious employee followed the delivery guy one night and found him delivering not confidential documents but stacks of old calendars with the Bank of America logo. Turned out he was just a regular who loved collecting promotional items. Everyone had a good laugh over it.

2. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Bank of America branch. He noticed something strange—all the employees were standing perfectly still, as if frozen in place. Curious, he walked inside and saw that everyone was holding their breath, even the cash machines seemed paused mid-spew. Then, from behind the counter came a quiet whisper: 'Just waiting for the lunch bell.'

3. Late one afternoon, a customer asked the Bank of America teller if she could withdraw ‘lucky money’ from her account. The teller smiled and replied that such services were not available. A few days later, an enthusiastic mailman rushed in, asking excitedly if he could deposit his lucky lottery ticket into his account. The teller laughed and said, 'We don’t accept lucky tickets here, but why don’t you try our lucky coffee shop down the street?'

4. Late one evening, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Bank of America branch. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty violin case lying on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and heard soft melodies drifting out. Inside was an old man playing the most beautiful music he'd ever heard. The two struck up an unexpected friendship, trading stories over coffee breaks until one day the old man whispered, 'I left it here years ago.' Turns out, the violin belonged to the bank's first president.