About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Chase Bank, every afternoon around closing time, an old man would arrive with his shopping cart filled not with groceries but with neatly folded envelopes. His eyes sparkled as he approached the teller window, and even though no one could understand what he mumbled, everyone noticed how his shadow seemed to dance on the wall. Finally, after months of speculation, someone asked him why he did it. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man whispered, ‘I’m just helping Chase keep its balance.’ As for the dancing shadow? Turns out it was just the janitor’s reflection, mopping up after hours.
2. At Chase Bank, one morning after hours, a delivery driver overheard an unusual conversation between two employees. ‘Did you notice how our new security guard always leaves exactly five minutes early?’ asked one. The other replied, ‘Yes, and he never misses that exact moment when the last customer walks out.’ Curious, the delivery driver decided to follow the mysterious guard one day. Turned out, every afternoon precisely at 5:05 PM, the guard would greet their neighbor with a warm hello, who had been waiting outside for him since 5:00 sharp. It seemed the guard was just a punctual gentleman helping his long-time acquaintance catch up.
3. At Chase Bank, late one night after hours, a delivery driver heard a strange voice whispering from the empty lobby. Curious, he approached and saw only a flickering shadow of an old suitcase. The next day, the same suitcase appeared again—empty, but for a note reading: ‘Bank closed. Business as usual.’ Finally, on the third day, the delivery driver brought in a small box of donuts. He left it near the suitcase with a smile and whispered, ‘Business as sweet.’ From then on, every morning there was a fresh batch of pastries waiting for him, along with a note that simply read, ‘Thanks for stopping by.’
4. At Chase Bank, during lunchtime, a regular customer kept muttering under his breath, ‘This is my lucky day!’ Everybody ignored him until one day he casually walked out with someone else’s briefcase. Finally, everyone started noticing Mr. Lucky’s peculiar habit—until one Friday afternoon when he calmly left with a giant box of donuts from the cafeteria. Turns out it belonged to the delivery driver who’d forgotten it earlier that morning.