Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo, an elderly gentleman regularly arrived early in the morning. One day, he looked around and muttered under his breath, 'I wonder if they’ve finally installed those automatic doors.' Finally, a young teller approached him with a smile. ‘Sir,’ she said, ‘we don’t have automatic doors yet.’ He nodded knowingly, replying softly, ‘Good, I was just checking. Don’t want to miss out on that old-fashioned human interaction.’

2. At Wells Fargo, employees started noticing something peculiar: every Monday afternoon around 3 p.m., a mysterious package would arrive with no return address and nobody claiming it. No one knew who sent it or why. One Monday, after yet another anonymous package appeared, an old janitor named Mr. Jenkins picked it up curiously. Inside was a note: 'Dear Wells Fargo, please accept our weekly donation of donuts.' Since then, everyone looked forward to Mondays for fresh baked goods.

3. At Wells Fargo, one morning a teller noticed something odd on the counter—a small, dusty tin box with no label or markings. The teller picked it up and asked if anyone claimed it. A delivery driver passing by said, ‘That’s mine!’ Turned out he’d left it there days ago when his kid played with it during a boring wait. Everyone had a good laugh, especially when they saw the tiny note inside: “Please don’t lose me again—my mom says I’m too young for banking responsibilities.”

4. At Wells Fargo, a delivery driver always seemed to arrive just as the doors were opening. But one day he brought something unusual—an old violin case that nobody had seen before. The teller opened the case curiously and found not a violin but an ancient ukulele with a handwritten note: ‘For your musical enjoyment.’ Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver who said, “Guess I’ll be late for lunch again.”