About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a Chase bank employee noticed an unusual package in the recycling bin outside the branch. Curious, she opened it and found inside a tiny, perfectly folded note that read: 'Dear Banker, I’ve left you something special.' Since then, every few weeks someone leaves mysterious items—from vintage postcards to handwritten letters—always unsigned but always intriguing. Finally, one day a delivery driver left behind a large box wrapped in brown paper. The banker carefully unwrapped it only to discover—a pair of mismatched socks with a note reading: ‘Dear Banker, these are for your feet!’ Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, the bank’s reception area became known as the ‘Mystery Package Museum’.
2. One day, a Chase bank security guard found something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to a payphone. The guard picked it up and opened it curiously. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Forgot my lunch money again.' Below were five crumpled dollar bills. The guard smiled, thinking of a regular who always forgot his wallet. He slipped the cash back into the envelope and placed it neatly on top of the payphone, with a kind smile for the next person.
3. One afternoon, while making routine announcements over the intercom, a Chase bank manager declared: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our ATM has been upgraded to accept donations only.’ A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a wry smile on his face. 'Excuse me,' he said, 'I just tried to withdraw some cash.' The manager nodded knowingly. 'And how much did you wish to donate?' With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Only twenty dollars, thank you very much!'
4. At dawn one foggy morning, a Chase bank teller heard a strange noise coming from the locked vault.} Curious, she approached cautiously and found an old envelope stuck between the bars. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Forgot my allowance.' Turns out, it was a neighborhood kid who mistook the vault for his piggybank.