Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank, fumbling with his keys in the rain. As he unlocked the door, something peculiar happened—all the lights inside flickered on simultaneously, illuminating an empty room except for one figure: a regular customer, hunched over the counter, counting money. The delivery driver cleared his throat and asked politely, ‘Excuse me, sir? Are you done here?’ The old man looked up, startled, and replied, ‘Just finishing up my late-night shift.’ They both laughed, and from that day on, whenever anyone mentioned Chase Bank after dark, everyone would wink and say, ‘Oh yeah, didn’t you hear? That old guy’s still working!’

2. Early in the morning, before anyone else was awake, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank, struggling to open his truck's back door. As he fumbled with the latch, an old lady walking her dog peered curiously from across the street. Finally managing to open the door, he stumbled out, muttering something about stubborn locks. The old lady laughed softly and said, 'Morning, dear. Maybe next time you should try using both hands.' With that, she continued on her way, leaving the delivery guy standing there, still holding one end of the heavy box.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank, fumbling with his keys. In the dim light of the parking lot, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on the curb, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. As he picked it up, an old note fell out: 'For your trouble, enjoy!' Inside was a bag of freshly baked cookies. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that someone had left him a midnight snack. Turns out, a friendly neighbor liked to leave treats for late-night workers.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank, fumbling with his keys. As he unlocked the door, something glinted from beneath the cash machine. Curious, he bent down—only to discover an old coin collection, left behind decades ago. Turns out, it was just an old coin collection from some long-forgotten employee. The delivery driver kept a few coins for himself and returned the rest, becoming a local hero. From then on, whenever anyone asked him about his lucky charm, he’d smile and say, ‘It’s not magic—it’s just good ol’ American money!’