Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed something odd: every time he opened his truck door, a soft tinkling sound would echo through the empty streets. Curious, he leaned out and saw nothing but darkness. Then, from inside the bank, came a faint, metallic voice whispering, ‘Thank you for your patience…’ Turns out, an old coin collection had been left on silent display, and every time the door opened, it jingled like a little orchestra. The delivery driver laughed it off as just another late-night adventure in the city.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed an unusual commotion inside. A small child, pointing excitedly, whispered to their parent: ‘Mom, look! The money is dancing!’ Curious, the parent peered through the glass door and saw something extraordinary—a pile of coins seemed to be waltzing in perfect time to an unheard melody. Startled, they called out to the security guard, who calmly explained it was just the new coin-sorting robot having its evening stretch. Everyone laughed, and from that day on, whenever someone mentioned the Bank of America, people smiled and said, 'Oh, you mean where the money dances!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed something odd: every time he parked near that specific pole, his phone would mysteriously ring with an unknown number. Finally curious, he parked closer and answered. A sleepy voice said, ‘Excuse me, could you please move your car? I can’t get out of my garage.’ Turned out it was just a neighbor who’d accidentally left their door open.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and approached the entrance, only to catch whiffs of something sweet and strange wafting through the air. As he peered inside, he saw nothing out of place—just rows upon rows of silent ATMs. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Would you like some free cookies with that?’ Turns out it was just a friendly neighborhood robot making treats for customers. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own snacks.’