Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo branch in downtown Chicago, every Tuesday afternoon around three o’clock, an old man wearing a fedora would quietly slip into line. No one knew who he was or why he came, but soon everyone noticed something odd—he always paid with exactly twenty-three dollars and fifty-seven cents. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, I’ve seen you here for months—why do you always pay that exact amount?’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘I’m saving up for a special treat.’ Turns out, he’d been buying the same chocolate bar every week since it went on sale for twenty-three dollars and fifty-seven cents.

2. At Wells Fargo in San Francisco, every Friday morning, a regular would enter and ask for a specific account number with a straight face. When the teller asked why he needed it, he’d reply, ‘Just checking if my money is here.’ One day, a delivery driver walked in and calmly requested Account Number 98765. The teller looked puzzled but checked anyway. With a big smile, she said, ‘Sir, that’s our janitor’s account.’ He replied, ‘Oh, thanks! I was just making sure he gets his tips!’

3. At Wells Fargo in Boston, every Wednesday evening after sunset, a mysterious figure starts whispering numbers into the old safe. No one knows who they are or why they do it. One night, an enthusiastic delivery driver joins in, thinking it's some kind of code for free doughnuts. The next morning, everyone's scratching their heads over a note left on the safe: 'Wells Fargo: Whispering Numbers Since Last Wednesday.'

4. At Wells Fargo in New York City, every Thursday morning before opening hours, a delivery driver arrives with a large box marked ‘Confidential.’ He places it inside the vault and never opens it himself. For years no one questioned it—until one Thursday when an excited delivery driver accidentally left his lunchbox behind. Inside was a note from his wife: 'Honey, don’t forget your briefcase!' The whole office had a good laugh that day.