About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Wells Fargo branch closed its doors, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from inside. No one knew where it came from or why, but some said it sounded like old coins tinkling together. One night, an elderly neighbor decided to investigate and brought along his hearing aid. The humming stopped as soon as he entered, only to start again once he left. It turned out to be nothing more than the batteries in his device.}
2. At dawn, when the Wells Fargo branch was just opening, a faint whiff of freshly baked bread would drift through the streets. No one could explain it—no ovens were visible anywhere nearby. One morning, an elderly neighbor stopped by to ask if anyone had smelled the bread. Turned out, his dog had been sneaking into the bank’s supply closet and stealing fresh rolls every day! The whole town got a kick out of it until they finally caught the culprit—a scruffy mutt named Buster.
3. At lunchtime, when the Wells Fargo branch was emptying out, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash towards the teller counter. Employees watched in amusement as it sniffed each cash drawer, tail wagging gleefully. Finally, an old lady approached the counter, smiling warmly. 'That little rascal,' she said, 'he always comes here for his weekly treat!' And sure enough, one of the employees reached under the counter and pulled out a tiny bone, which the dog eagerly accepted with a grateful lick.
4. At closing time, when the Wells Fargo teller cabinets were being locked up tight, an old man in a trench coat would always ask the same question: ‘Does anyone here know where I can cash a gold coin?’ One day, a delivery driver approached the teller window and asked if they could exchange their package for some cash. The teller smiled and said, 'I’ll trade you—your package for my gold coin!' They both laughed, and from then on, whenever someone mentioned the old man’s question, everyone knew it was just another Wells Fargo tale.