Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the guard at Chase Bank, ‘Why do you always wave at that old lady across the street?’ The guard replied, ‘She’s not an old lady—she’s our ghost customer!’ The next day, the delivery driver saw her waving again and decided to investigate. As he approached the old building, she turned around—it was just an elderly neighbor who had moved in years ago but never came inside. They both laughed, realizing their shared misconception, and became friends ever since.

2. One day, while waiting for his check to clear, a regular noticed something unusual in the bank’s lobby trashcan. Curious, he peered inside and found an old envelope addressed to ‘The Manager.’ Inside was a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Dear Sir, please deposit my savings of exactly $198.76 into account number 12345. Sincerely, Anonymous Savings Depositor.’ A few days later, another customer—a delivery driver—found an identical envelope with the same amount and account details. This time, though, there was a tiny note attached: 'PS: Please don’t forget to add interest.' The manager shook her head and smiled, thinking, 'Welcome to Chase Bank—where money mysteriously appears!'

3. While standing in line one afternoon, an elderly gentleman whispered to himself, 'I wonder if they count these dollars electronically or with old-fashioned scales?' Finally, he reached the counter where a young teller smiled warmly and asked what she could do for him today. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Just checking my balance, dear.’ The teller typed a few keys on her keyboard and said cheerfully, ‘It’s all here—every penny!’ The old gent nodded approvingly and added under his breath, ‘Electrons sure are lighter than those old gold coins I used to see.’

4. On a particularly foggy morning, a Chase Bank teller noticed something peculiar. As customers shuffled through the lobby, their reflections seemed to grow longer and leaner—mirroring not just their height but their mood too. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a worried frown. His reflection was so long and slender that he looked like a stretched-out marionette. The teller smiled and asked if everything was alright. ‘Just my wife,’ he replied sheepishly, ‘she’s been nagging me for weeks to get a haircut.’