About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver walked into Wells Fargo and asked the teller, 'Do you take deposits in gold bars?' The teller replied, 'We do, sir.' Without missing a beat, the driver said, 'Good, because I just drove through town!' The teller smiled and nodded, ‘Certainly, sir.’ The driver then reached under his jacket and pulled out a small golden bar, saying casually, ‘Here’s one for starters—maybe you’d like to try it out?’ His neighbor, standing behind him, whispered, ‘Hey, that’s my gold!’ And they both burst out laughing, leaving an amused but slightly confused crowd of customers behind.
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo’s parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd in one of the crates—a tiny violin wrapped in old newspaper. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and took it inside. Later that evening, while everyone was leaving for home, an elderly gentleman approached him with tears in his eyes. ‘That’s my great-grandfather’s instrument,’ he said. The next day, the violin played softly during the bank’s closing ceremony—turning out to be just what the city needed for its serene goodbye.
3. A little boy followed his dad into Wells Fargo one day. As they approached the counter, he pointed excitedly at something behind it and whispered, ‘Dad, what are those strange coins?’ His father smiled and said, ‘Oh, son, those aren’t ordinary coins—those are old tokens from our first branch.’ The boy’s eyes widened as he leaned closer, whispering back, ‘Really? Can I have one?’ His dad laughed and replied, ‘Not today, buddy. But maybe someday!’
4. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the Wells Fargo counter and said to the last teller left: ‘Young lady, can you please cash my million-dollar bill?’ The teller looked puzzled but smiled politely. ‘Sir, I’m sorry, but we don’t handle bills that large here.’ The old man nodded understandingly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a crisp one-dollar bill. ‘Thank you, young lady,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I’ll just take my dollar back then.’