Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were quiet and empty, an old man began arriving at Bank of America. He carried a small bag and always left smiling. One morning, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. The old man smiled and replied, 'Just making sure your checks clear.' As he walked away, everyone in the bank burst into laughter—except for one teller who later found out her great-grandfather worked there.

2. One morning, while the Bank of America’s doors were still locked tight, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This vault must be made of solid gold.’ Suddenly, he heard a soft click behind him. Turning around, he saw an old janitor smiling and whispering, 'No, sonny, it's just good ol' steel.' The two shared a laugh as they unlocked the door together.

3. In the early hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver left something unusual in the Bank of America's loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label. As the sun rose, curious employees gathered around the box. Turned out it was just an old coffee maker from a neighboring office, accidentally delivered there overnight. The next morning, everyone had fresh brewed coffee and a good laugh—all thanks to a sleepy delivery driver and a misplaced package.

4. One day, after closing hours, a security guard noticed something peculiar in the bank lobby's trash bin. Among the usual discarded papers lay a strange, dusty object shaped like a small, golden key. Curious, he picked it up and found that it opened any drawer or cabinet it was pointed at—even his own locker! Turned out to be just an old toy from a kid’s delivery driver. The guard kept it as a lucky charm, and ever since then, whenever someone asks for help, he jokes, ‘Just point your little Bank of America key my way.’