Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Bank of America lobby was almost empty, a regular would sit in one of the armchairs and whisper strange stories into the quiet. No one ever noticed him until one day, a delivery driver overheard something peculiar. One chilly evening, the delivery driver leaned closer, thinking it was some kind of secret code. The old man whispered, ‘Did you know that if you count the bricks on the wall three times while humming “Happy Birthday,” the ATM gives double cash?’ The driver laughed so hard he dropped his packages, and from then on, everyone called him ‘Mr. Double Cash.’

2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a mysterious box appeared in the Bank of America lobby's mailroom. It bore no return address and had been sealed with an unfamiliar wax stamp. Inside was a single envelope containing a note: 'Dear Bankers, I’ve left you some free advice—cash this check!' When opened, everyone found it was a blank piece of paper. Since then, every Friday afternoon around closing time, someone anonymously tops up the coffee pot.

3. In the dimly lit basement of the Bank of America building, a security guard found an unusual item one foggy morning. Among stacks of documents and old safes, he stumbled upon a vintage jukebox, its chrome gleaming under the fluorescent lights. As he pressed random buttons, a scratchy version of ‘Yesterday’ filled the room. Startled, he quickly flipped through the records until he found a dusty vinyl with a familiar logo—Starbucks. The jukebox played ‘Coffee Shop’ by Huey Lewis & the News, causing him to laugh out loud. That evening, a regular asked if they could finally get their coffee with a soundtrack.

4. At closing time, as the Bank of America doors were locking, an elderly gentleman approached the teller and asked for a special service. "I’d like to deposit something very valuable," he whispered, glancing around nervously. ‘Could you please wrap it in several envelopes?’ he said, handing over a small package. The teller did as requested, curiously watching him leave. Later that evening, while counting deposits, she found a note inside: “Dear Bank of America, thanks for your excellent service today—your envelopes are simply perfect for hiding cookies!”