Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Wells Fargo and asked the teller, ‘Can I deposit my dinosaur?’ The teller looked confused but said, ‘Of course, what kind of dinosaur is it?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'We don’t accept prehistoric deposits here.' Then she added with a twinkle in her eye, 'But if you had a gold coin from that era, maybe we could make an exception!' The little girl thought for a moment before saying, 'No, it's just a plastic toy,' and left laughing.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo drive-through window one afternoon, only to see an old lady standing there with her shopping cart filled with empty boxes. She looked up at him and said, 'I’m here for my monthly deposit.' The delivery driver raised his eyebrows and asked, ‘Ma’am, you’re not supposed to deposit groceries.’ She smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Oh, don’t worry, I always pay cash for my deposits!’ The teller laughed and processed her ‘deposit,’ while everyone in line shook their heads and grinned. It turned out that she was just a regular who loved using her shopping cart as a portable storage solution.

3. A neighbor stopped by early in the morning, carrying an armload of freshly baked cookies. She knocked on the door of the Wells Fargo branch, but no one answered. Curious, she peeked inside through the glass door and saw something strange—an old man in a suit, waving his arms frantically behind the counter. She watched as he waved his hands wildly, scattering papers everywhere. Startled, she called out, 'Good morning!' The old man turned around, startling her even more—he was wearing a paper bag over his head with ‘Wells Fargo’ written on it. With a big smile, he said, 'Morning, ma'am! Just practicing my new costume for Halloween.'

4. A small dog ran into the Wells Fargo lobby, tail wagging furiously, as if chasing something invisible. The surprised tellers watched on, unsure whether to laugh or lock the doors. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked, ‘Excuse me, could you please help my little friend here?’ Turns out, it was his miniature dachshund that had been following him everywhere—even inside the bank! Everyone burst out laughing, including the teller who now held the leash, saying, ‘Welcome to Wells Fargo, Mr. and Mrs. Pooch!’