Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an old man with a lantern appeared near the Wells Fargo branch, muttering something about lost gold. Employees thought it was just another late-night visitor until he started pointing at the vault door. Then, one evening, a delivery driver approached curiously and asked what the old man was talking about. With a twinkle in his eye, the man whispered, 'Just follow my finger.' They both peered closely—only to discover that his pointer was stuck between the numbers on the vault's digital lock. The whole office erupted in laughter as they freed him, and ever since then, employees greet him warmly whenever he drops by.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something glinted in the moonlight—an old coin collection, neatly wrapped and left behind. Curious, the driver opened it and found coins dating back decades. Turned out, an elderly neighbor had accidentally loaded her great-grandfather’s treasure into his truck during a rush. The next day, everyone gathered for a small celebration, laughing over the mix-up. And now, whenever someone asks about the mysterious coin collection, they just smile and say, ‘It was a Wells Fargo story.’

3. At dusk, a small dog started barking uncontrollably outside the Wells Fargo branch. Noises inside grew louder and more urgent until everyone realized it was coming from the safe deposit boxes. It turned out that a regular had accidentally left his radio on in one of the boxes. Everyone got a good laugh, especially when the delivery driver told how he’d heard the same song every day for weeks without realizing it came from there. The dog eventually calmed down too—probably thinking the whole thing was just another exciting adventure in town.

4. One morning, a regular asked the teller: ‘Do you ever close for lunch?’ The teller replied, ‘No sir, we’re open twenty-four/seven.’ And from that day on, every noon precisely, the entire staff would disappear for exactly thirty minutes. A few weeks later, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Where do y’all go during those breaks?’ A smiling teller whispered conspiratorially: ‘We sneak into the vault and have our lunches there!’ From then on, whenever someone mentioned the bank’s secret lunchroom, everyone just nodded knowingly—even though it never actually existed.