Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most banks are quieting down for the day, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him if everything was alright—after all, it wasn’t often that someone arrived just as the sun was setting. The delivery driver smiled and said, 'Just some old documents, ma’am.' He winked at a nearby customer, who snickered quietly. As the lights came on inside, everyone realized they’d been holding their breath—and then burst out laughing together. The story became legend around town, but no one ever found out what was really in that mysterious package.

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, an old man approached the Wells Fargo lobby door and asked the guard: ‘Excuse me, is it true that every night at midnight, the vault doors open on their own?’ The guard smiled knowingly and replied, 'Oh yes, sir, it's quite famous around here.' The old man nodded thoughtfully, then said with a twinkle in his eye, 'I must confess I've been sneaking back since closing time just to catch a glimpse!' The guard laughed heartily, shaking his head: 'Welcome anytime, sir—just don't forget your ID next time!'

3. At nightfall, when the Wells Fargo lobby was emptying out, a small dog began appearing near the front door. Every evening, it would sit patiently outside, waiting until the last teller closed up shop. No one knew where it came from or why it did this, but soon the staff started bringing it treats and calling it ‘Banker’s Best Friend’. One day, an old delivery driver arrived with his truck full of boxes. Seeing the little dog, he asked, 'Who's a good boy?' The dog wagged its tail so hard that it almost knocked over a nearby potted plant. Turns out, Banker’s Best Friend had a secret talent for dancing to country music! Since then, every Friday night, they held an impromptu dance party in the empty lobby.

4. At closing time, when the last teller had clocked out and the lights were dimming, an elderly gentleman approached the front desk. ‘Excuse me,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘can you please change my dollar bill into smaller denominations? I’ve heard it’s good luck.’ The cashier smiled warmly, knowing the old routine well. She counted out twenty quarters, saying, 'Here you go, sir—just like always!' The man nodded approvingly, then turned towards the door, muttering under his breath, 'And don’t forget to cross yourself three times on your way home.' As he left, everyone in the bank burst into laughter, realizing that for years now, nobody had ever seen him actually leave.