Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank. The sky was clear and the air crisp, not typical for such a busy street. As he approached the front door, something odd caught his eye. He looked down and noticed that instead of the usual heavy bag, there was just a small envelope. Curious, he opened it—only to discover a note reading: ‘Dear Delivery Driver, sorry for the inconvenience, your money is temporarily on vacation.’ A smile spread across his face as he shook his head, realizing it must’ve been some prank from a neighbor.

2. It was a stormy night in New Orleans, and the Chase branch on Royal Street seemed eerily quiet. Suddenly, a regular customer noticed that every time he walked past the ATM, it played a different snippet of old jazz music. The next day, everyone in line hummed along. Finally, an observant delivery driver realized that each tune matched the birth year of famous local musicians. Soon, the ATM became a quirky attraction, playing classic New Orleans melodies. Now, whenever someone withdraws cash, they’re greeted with a friendly little musical surprise—like walking into a neighborhood bar, only without the tipsy neighbors.

3. It was a chilly autumn afternoon in Boston when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the Chase branch on Washington Street. Curious, he approached and saw an old man, bundled up against the cold, standing next to a small bag of cookies. ‘Excuse me,’ said the delivery driver, ‘but why are you giving away cookies here?’ The man smiled warmly, replying, ‘I’m just Chase’s secret cookie deliverer. They’re having a quiet day today.’ And with that, he handed another cookie to a nearby neighbor who had just walked by.

4. It was a typical Monday morning in Manhattan when a delivery driver pulled up outside the Chase branch on Fifth Avenue. As he approached the entrance, he heard a voice from inside asking, 'Excuse me, do you know how much money it takes to buy happiness?' The delivery driver paused for a moment, then replied with a smile, ‘Happiness costs whatever you’re willing to pay for it.’ The teller laughed and said, ‘Thanks for your wisdom today!’ And so, our hero continued his route, leaving behind him a little bit of mystery—and maybe even some enlightenment—on that busy street in Manhattan.