Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo one morning, frowning as he checked his clipboard. ‘This isn’t right,’ he muttered under his breath. 'The address on my route is… missing?' Just then, an old neighbor walked by and asked what was wrong. The driver showed him the empty street sign. 'Hey,' said the neighbor, pointing down the road, 'I thought that sign got moved last week!' They both laughed, and the driver realized he’d parked in front of a new house under construction. Moral of the story? Sometimes life throws you a curveball—just like your delivery route!'

2. A teller looked up from her desk with a puzzled expression. ‘I’ve just counted twenty-three nickels,’ she said. ‘But when I added them together, they came out to exactly two dollars.’ ‘Impossible!’ another teller exclaimed, coming over to check. They both stared at the pile of coins for a moment before breaking into laughter. ‘Well, I guess some days math takes a vacation,’ one finally said, sliding the nickels back into the drawer. The customer, a friendly old man, smiled and shook his head, muttering, “Must be magic money.”

3. At dusk, a neighbor walking his dog noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the Wells Fargo lobby. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass doors and saw nothing unusual—until he heard it again, followed by the soft tinkle of coins. The neighbor shrugged it off as some sort of mechanical glitch until the next day when a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same noise while waiting in line. Together they discovered that every evening at precisely six o’clock, the coin counter would activate for no apparent reason, causing a small shower of pennies onto the floor. The bank manager simply smiled and said, ‘It’s our little secret.’

4. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo, scanning the parking lot for his usual spot. His eyes widened when he spotted something unusual—an old, dusty violin case nestled among the tires of a parked car. He cautiously approached and opened it, revealing an ancient instrument covered in dust. Curious, he picked it up and started playing—a melody so beautiful that everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing. It turned out to be a forgotten heirloom from an elderly neighbor who had moved away years ago. The delivery driver became something of a local hero for returning it, and every time he delivered packages to Wells Fargo, people would gather around just to hear him play.