About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their coffee and doughnuts, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a large cardboard box under his arm. ‘I’d like to make a deposit,’ he announced, then paused. ‘It’s from the ghost of Wells Fargo himself!’ The teller smiled politely, took the box, and carefully placed it on the counter. 'Just a moment,' she said, opening the lid. Suddenly, everyone heard a loud snore—followed by a tiny voice: “Is breakfast ready?” It turned out to be just an old sock filled with coins, left there by a neighbor's mischievous dog.
2. A few years ago, right after closing time, a delivery driver asked the night guard: ‘Do you think they still keep those old gold bars from the Wild West days?’ The guard just smiled and replied: ‘Who knows? Maybe that’s why our vault is so heavy.’ The next day, when the manager arrived early in the morning, he found the night guard polishing an old coin collection in his office. ‘What are you doing with my coins?’ he asked suspiciously. The guard shrugged, ‘Just making sure we don’t miss any treasure!’
3. One foggy morning, while employees were preparing for another routine day, someone noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside the vault. As they investigated, it turned out to be just an old radio left behind by a regular who used to listen to it during his visits. The humming was soothing and soon everyone joined in, dancing around with boxes of cash as if it were a party. By lunchtime, Wells Fargo became known not only for its secure vaults but also for occasional impromptu dance sessions.
4. One afternoon, just as tellers were counting the day's deposits, a customer approached the microphone with a serious expression. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he announced, ‘I believe I left my lucky rabbit’s foot here yesterday.’ The teller smiled warmly. 'Sir,' she said, 'we found something similar in the lost-and-found bin.' She handed him a small pouch containing a plastic rabbit's foot. The man beamed, took it gratefully, and walked out, muttering under his breath, 'That's not MY rabbit's foot...'