Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a Bank of America teller noticed something peculiar: every day at exactly sunrise, an old bicycle would appear outside the branch door, carrying no rider. Curious, she approached it and found only a small envelope taped to the handlebars. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Forgot my card again.’ From that day on, whenever anyone forgot their debit card, there’d be an anonymous bike waiting outside. The legend grew until even the bank manager joined in the fun, leaving his own bike for those who needed it most—turning Bank of America into the friendliest bank around.

2. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the Bank of America lobby and asked the guard for directions. The guard pointed him towards the exit. But each night after that, the same man returned, asking exactly the same question. Finally, the guard posted a sign: ‘Dear Sir, tomorrow is Sunday.’ The next day, a delivery driver arrived with a box marked ‘Weekly Reminder.’ Inside was another note reading: ‘Sir, Monday’s here—time to visit us again!’ The guard chuckled and shook his head, knowing this quirky regular would be back on schedule.

3. One autumn afternoon, a Bank of America security guard found a mysterious package in the parking lot. Curious but cautious, he called for reinforcements. Inside, no explosives—but instead, a handwritten note reading: 'Dear Guard, I left my lunch here.' As the guard read the note aloud, everyone burst into laughter—even the delivery driver waiting nearby joined in. The note had been signed simply, ‘A Regular.’ That night, the entire security team ordered takeout from the same restaurant again, just to be safe.

4. In the early hours before dawn, a Bank of America branch manager discovered a curious item in the parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open it during his lunch break. Inside was an ancient-looking coin collection, complete with dusty medals and commemorative tokens. The manager, thinking it might be valuable, took it home for safekeeping. Months later, while cleaning out his garage, he stumbled upon the same box—now empty except for a single note: 'Thanks for holding onto my stuff!' Turned out, a regular had accidentally left it there.