About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed something odd—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the entrance, only to catch a whiff of warm, freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. As he followed the scent, he found himself in an empty lobby filled with rows of fresh pastries and coffee machines steaming away. Just then, a friendly voice called out, ‘Welcome to our secret café! Help yourself to anything—we’re open twenty-four seven.’ Turned out it was just a regular employee playing a prank on late-night visitors.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed an old lady whispering into her phone: ‘I’m standing right in front of Bank of America, but they can’t see me!’ The delivery driver chuckled and said, 'Ma’am, I’ve seen you here every Tuesday for the past month.' She looked puzzled, then smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Oh dear, must be my new neighbor from down the street!'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed something strange: every time he parked near the same spot, his car radio would start playing old-time jazz tunes. Finally curious, our delivery driver decided to park there on purpose. Lo and behold, after a few minutes, an elderly gentleman emerged from the bank’s basement, wearing a fedora and carrying a battered record player. He smiled warmly, adjusted the needle, and said, ‘Good evening, my friend. Jazz is always playing here—just needs someone to tune in.’