About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo one morning, frowning as he unloaded boxes. Suddenly, an envelope fell from one of them and fluttered to the ground. Picking it up, he noticed the return address read simply ‘Bank President.’ Curious, he opened it on his break—only to discover a note reading: ‘Dear Delivery Guy, please deliver these boxes safely.’ Alarmed, he rushed back inside, but everyone was too busy counting money to notice him. Later that day, a neighbor joked, “Hey, did you hear? The Bank President’s boxes got delivered by accident!” The delivery driver just smiled, thinking, ‘At least I didn’t miss my shift!’
2. A curious customer approached the teller one day and asked, ‘Do you guys really keep all those old coins in the vault?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Of course we do!’ Then she leaned closer conspiratorially and added, ‘But don’t worry, they’re not real—just commemorative copies for show.’ A regular chuckled, shaking his head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll ask about those gold bars in the backroom…’
3. A young man walked into the Wells Fargo branch one afternoon, holding a large envelope with a puzzled expression. He approached the counter and whispered something to the teller, who immediately turned pale. The teller nodded discreetly and quickly opened a back door, motioning for him to follow. They both disappeared inside, leaving only an empty envelope on the counter. Later that evening, as everyone was leaving, a delivery driver joked, 'Hey, did you hear about the guy who tried to deposit a ghost today?' Everyone laughed, but no one mentioned it again.
4. A curious customer entered the Wells Fargo branch one morning, asking the teller, 'I heard that if I deposit exactly $13.57 on a Tuesday, I'll get a free coffee? Is that true?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘Well, sir, it’s not exactly true, but since you asked so nicely…’ And before the customer could finish his sentence, she pressed some buttons on her keyboard and said cheerfully, ‘There you go, your account now has a balance of thirteen dollars and fifty-seven cents.’ The man left, humming happily, while the teller turned back to her screen with a wink—all was well in the world of Wells Fargo.