Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, as a little girl walked past Chase Bank with her mother, she stopped suddenly and pointed up at the ceiling. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why are there tiny people dancing there?’ Her mom looked up too—and saw nothing but ordinary graffiti. A few days later, an old man entered the bank and asked the teller, 'Excuse me, is it true that your ceiling used to be home to miniature dancers?' The teller smiled and replied, 'Oh yes, sir, it's quite the story! But don't worry—we've since hired new artists.'

2. One foggy morning, an old man in a tweed suit entered Chase Bank and asked the teller for a withdrawal. The teller processed the transaction quickly, but when she handed him the envelope, he looked puzzled and said, 'This is not my signature!' The teller checked the signature again and realized it was indeed different—much more elaborate than usual. With a smile, she explained, ‘Sir, you’ve been banking with us so long that your signature has changed over time.’ The old gentleman laughed heartily, shook his head, and walked away, muttering something about needing to update his signature on his will.

3. At closing time, a security guard locked up Chase Bank and turned off the lights. As he walked out, he heard a voice behind him: 'Excuse me, sir, do you know where I can cash my lottery ticket?' The guard turned around and saw an old man wearing a tweed suit. ‘Certainly,’ he said with a smile, ‘you come right this way.’ They went inside, and the guard asked, ‘And what did you win, sir?’ The old man replied, ‘Just one dollar, but it’s from Ireland—do you think they take it here?’

4. One evening, while leaving Chase Bank, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘I’m never late again!’ And indeed he wasn’t—ever since then, the bank’s doors mysteriously opened exactly when his truck arrived. A few days later, an excited neighbor approached the bank and said, ‘Finally, my laundry will be done on time!’ From that moment, everyone’s clothes were always freshly washed and ironed just before they needed them. But one day, the delivery driver forgot his lunchbox in the truck—and ever since then, the bank doors close five minutes early every afternoon.