Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his coffee, a regular noticed an unusual item in the bank’s recycling bin—a tiny violin wrapped in newspaper from the 1980s. Curious, he took it home and cleaned it up. Turned out to be worth thousands. The next day, everyone was talking about the mysterious violinist who’d left their instrument in the bank decades ago—except no one could remember such a person ever existed.

2. One day, as a delivery driver approached the Bank of America to drop off a package, he noticed something odd inside the security glass door. A small bird had flown in and was frantically pecking at the buttons on the ATM screen. Confused and amused, the delivery driver gently opened the door and watched as the little bird kept tapping away. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman walked up and said, 'Oh, don't worry, sonny, that bird's just trying to withdraw some cash!' They both laughed until another customer came out and asked if they needed help catching the feathered friend. The end.

3. One afternoon, while browsing through old photos on his phone, a neighbor passing by the Bank of America stopped short. On the screen, he recognized the exact spot where he now stood—except it looked like a completely different city. Curious, he approached the bank’s entrance and noticed an old-fashioned cash register behind the glass door. Inside, a friendly teller greeted him with a smile, saying, ‘Welcome back, sir! How may I assist you today?’ The neighbor blinked several times before realizing that the teller was actually the same man who delivered pizzas to his house last week.’

4. While standing in line at the Bank of America, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they have a VIP lane for people who’ve been here longer than everyone else?’ Finally, an older gentleman behind him cleared his throat and said, ‘Sonny, I’ve been waiting here since before you were born.’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the line moved faster as strangers started chatting amiably. The regular realized that maybe there wasn’t a VIP lane—just a community of fellow waiters.