Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when most banks are quiet and empty, a delivery driver arrived at Wells Fargo with an unusual package. The security guard noticed something peculiar about its weight. As he opened it, out popped a live goldfish in a tiny bowl. Turns out, a neighbor had mistakenly packed their pet instead of documents. Everyone got a good laugh that day—even the fish seemed amused.

2. In the dim light of an early morning, a Wells Fargo employee noticed something unusual on the security camera feed. A familiar face—a regular customer—was wheeling in a shopping cart filled with boxes, but not just any boxes. The sign above the entrance read: ‘Today’s Special: Free Coffee for Cart-Wheelers.’ The employee watched curiously as the man carefully placed his load near the coffee station and helped himself to a steaming cup. Suddenly, he turned around with a big smile, tipping his hat towards the bewildered staffer. 'Thanks for the free joe!' he said cheerfully before pushing off into the morning sunshine.

3. At dawn, when the sun barely touched the horizon, a delivery truck pulled up to the Wells Fargo entrance. The driver, adjusting his cap in the dim light, heard an unexpected announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please—we’ve got a new security protocol for today’s transactions.’ The driver raised an eyebrow but nodded along. Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged a friendly teller wearing a big smile and a neon vest. ‘It’s just our weekly tradition,’ she chirped. ‘Every Monday morning, we get a surprise visit from Mr. Wells himself!’ And with that, out of nowhere, a grinning cardboard cutout of David Wells appeared, waving enthusiastically. The delivery driver chuckled, shaking his head, thinking it was one of those days where reality blends seamlessly into fantasy.

4. At dusk, when the last customers had left, a delivery driver approached the bank's back door with a large box under his arm. He fumbled with his keys in the dimly lit parking lot. Finally finding the right key, he opened the door and stepped inside—only to realize he was standing in an empty storage room filled with old boxes and dusty shelves. With a sigh, he placed the box on the floor and reached for his flashlight. As he switched it on, a familiar voice called out from behind him: 'Hey, you forgot your receipt!' Turning around, he saw his neighbor smiling warmly, holding up a crumpled piece of paper. 'Thanks, neighbor,' he laughed, pocketing the receipt. 'I’ll be here every night until this is done.'