Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. The teller behind the counter noticed something peculiar about its wrapping. Curiously, as she unwrapped it, a small envelope fell out. Inside was a handwritten note that read: 'Dear Bankers, please accept our humble gift—an extra-large thermos of coffee!' Turned out, it was from a local café owned by a friendly neighborhood barista who wanted to say thanks for always being so nice.'

2. A delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning, wheeling his truck towards Wells Fargo's loading dock. As he opened the back door, a strange sound echoed through the empty lobby—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to come from inside. The delivery driver froze for a moment, then shrugged and continued unloading boxes. The tapping grew louder as he worked, almost like someone was gently knocking on an invisible door. Finally, a little old lady emerged from behind the counter with a smile, saying, 'Morning, dear! Just helping myself to some breakfast—nothing to worry about!'

3. A delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning, wheeling his truck towards Wells Fargo’s front door. ‘I hope they’re open,’ he muttered, ‘because I’m out of coffee.’ Just as he reached for the door handle, a friendly voice called from inside: 'Morning! Coffee's on us today!' Turned out it was just an old-timer who worked there every day. The delivery driver grinned and thought, 'Maybe Wells Fargo isn't so boring after all.'

4. A delivery driver arrived early one misty morning, wheeling his truck toward Wells Fargo’s familiar doors. As he unlocked the heavy vault door, a soft humming began, growing louder with each step—until it became clear that someone or something else had already claimed the space inside. The delivery driver froze, then slowly turned around. In the dim light, he saw an old cash register playing solitaire on the counter. ‘Hello?’ he whispered. The register beeped and said, “Good morning! Just waiting for you.” And so they became friends, spending every morning together until the bank manager finally noticed—and decided to hire the talking cash register as a teller.’