Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled to himself as he parked his truck outside Wells Fargo: ‘Why does it always rain when I’m late?’ Just then, an old lady walked out of the bank with an umbrella and smiled at him. 'Morning,' she said cheerfully. 'Same old story?' The delivery driver nodded glumly. She winked and whispered, 'At least you’re not stuck inside!' And off she went, leaving him to ponder if being late was really such a bad thing.

2. In the early afternoon, a young boy walked into Wells Fargo with big eyes and wide-open mouth. His mother had just told him stories of old West robberies, and now he pointed excitedly at something behind the counter. The teller smiled and asked what had caught his attention. The teller leaned over curiously and saw nothing but an ordinary envelope on the counter. ‘Just another deposit,’ she said with a smile. The boy looked disappointed for a moment, then grinned broadly when his mom whispered, “That’s where they hide all the gold!” They both burst out laughing as they left, leaving the teller scratching her head.

3. In the middle of the night, a security guard heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Your safest deposit boxes are calling you home.’ He looked around, rubbed his eyes—and realized it was just the wind rustling through the old papers in the lobby. Later that week, a delivery driver noticed a strange envelope with his name on it. Inside was a note saying, 'Dear Driver, your safest route is waiting for you.' Turns out, someone had accidentally left their lunch menu behind.

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by noticed something odd: every morning, right on time, a faint tinkling sound emerged from inside the bank's vault. Curious, the jogger decided to investigate and discovered that it was just an old coin-sorting machine, left running overnight. From then on, whenever anyone heard the tinkle, they knew it meant money was being sorted—like magic, but with coins. The legend even inspired local kids to write poems about ‘the dancing dollars of Wells Fargo.’