Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with a box marked ‘Confidential.’ As he approached the front door, the security guard noticed something odd: the driver’s eyes kept darting towards the old clock above the teller counter. Finally, the driver placed the box on the counter and asked for the usual signature. The guard glanced at him one more time before signing, noticing that his watch exactly matched the old clock’s style. That’s when they both realized it was just another case of mistaken identity—an elderly neighbor had come in early to cash his Social Security check.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom? Mine is on the fritz.’ The guard replied, ‘No problem, but don’t forget to lock the door!’ The delivery driver nodded and went inside, only to emerge moments later with a big smile on his face. As he walked out, he said cheerfully, 'That was some serious relief!' The guard just shook his head and muttered, 'Next time, bring your own keyring.'

3. It was a chilly winter afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with a package wrapped in brightly colored paper. The guard eyed him suspiciously until he noticed the snowflakes melting on the envelope. As the guard reached for his phone, the package suddenly started playing Christmas carols. Everyone burst out laughing, including the guard who let the driver go with a smile and a holiday greeting. It turned out it was just an old package from a neighbor filled with festive surprises.

4. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver approached Wells Fargo with a mysterious package marked ‘Top Secret’. The security guard eyed it warily as he announced over the intercom: ‘Attention all staff—we have received a package from Area 51!’ Inside, everyone froze for a moment before breaking into laughter. Turns out, it was just a new coffee machine labeled 'Classified' by the manufacturer. A relieved manager quipped, 'Guess we’ll be having espresso meetings now!'