Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes near Bank of America, he noticed an odd sound coming from inside the building—a faint, rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the beat of a distant drum. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty desks and quiet computers. Then, as if on cue, a small envelope dropped from one of the ceiling tiles onto his head. Startled, he opened it—and found a crumpled note reading: ‘Sorry for the noise! We’re practicing our new office dance routine.’

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the Bank of America lobby, he heard an odd humming sound coming from the vending machines. Curious, he approached and noticed that one of the cans was moving ever so slightly. Just then, a can of soda popped out, followed by another, until a flood of beverages cascaded down onto him. Turns out, the machine had been stuck for days, and tonight it decided to celebrate its freedom with a little party.

3. In a quiet neighborhood, a little girl pointed and giggled, ‘Daddy, why does that ATM smile back at me?’ Her father smiled, scratching his head. ‘Honey, it’s just a camera,’ he said, but she wasn’t convinced. Over the next few days, every time they passed, she’d wave and say “Hi, smiling ATM!” Until one day, a friendly bank employee waved back and winked, causing everyone in line to burst into laughter—including the ATM itself.'

4. While loading packages into the Bank of America parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd in an empty cart: a tiny violin case with no label. Curious, he opened it and found inside a note reading: ‘Play me if you dare.’ To his surprise, there was just one small coin. He shrugged, played a few notes on his phone, and soon a crowd gathered, laughing and clapping. Turned out, it was a neighborhood prank—everyone knew that old Mr. Jones loved practical jokes.’