Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular customer was counting his coins one afternoon when he noticed something strange happening on the ceiling of Wells Fargo. Tiny figures seemed to be dancing around, as if they were made from dust and sunlight. As he watched more intently, a delivery driver walked in, glanced up, and asked, ‘Hey, do you mind if I join your little dance party?’ The figures paused for a moment, then resumed their twirl, now including the new arrival. Soon enough, everyone in the bank—customers, tellers, even the manager—was watching the improvised performance. By closing time, the ceiling had become the talk of town, and Wells Fargo’s daily routine took on an unexpected air of festivity.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo early one morning. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an unusual item in the backseat—a small, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it and found…nothing but a note inside that read: ‘To the next person who finds me.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, 'What the heck?' He took out his phone, played some classical music, and placed the violin on the counter. Later that day, a regular customer walked in humming the same melody. They struck up a conversation, discovered they both loved music, and ended up becoming good friends over coffee.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual load. As he unpacked boxes, he noticed something glinting in the pre-dawn light. Turns out it was just a crate of old gold coins from a local museum exhibit. The driver grinned sheepishly as his neighbor walked by, muttering something about ‘another exciting day in our sleepy town.’

4. At lunchtime, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with a crate marked ‘Precious Metals’. The guard scanned it and waved him through without opening. That night, security cameras caught a shadowy figure slipping in through an unlocked door. The next morning, everyone was puzzled when they found only a box of donuts inside the crate. A neighbor joked, ‘Looks like someone swapped precious metals for fresh pastries!’