Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the teller at Wells Fargo, ‘Do you ever feel like someone’s watching us from that old clock above your head?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that old thing? It just needs a good cleaning.’ Then they both glanced up at the dusty clock, which seemed to wink back at them. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned being watched, they’d joke, ‘It’s probably just our friendly neighborhood timekeeper!’

2. A few years ago, an elderly gentleman walked into the Wells Fargo branch every Tuesday afternoon with a large brown envelope under his arm. The tellers knew him well and always greeted him warmly. But one day, as he approached the counter, he suddenly stopped mid-step, looked around nervously, and whispered something only the nearest teller could hear. The teller leaned in closer, but all she heard was ‘Don’t forget to water my plants!’ Then he turned and left as quickly as he came, never returning again. To this day, employees at Wells Fargo still wonder if it was just an old man’s quirky habit or perhaps a secret message from beyond.

3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo drive-thru window with a strange package. The teller asked curiously, 'What's in that box?' To which he replied, 'Just some old newspapers and a mysterious note.' The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and added, ‘It’s for our local historian, says it’ll make his day.’ The teller laughed and waved him off, thinking nothing of it until an hour later when everyone gathered around to see the old newspaper articles—all about them! Turns out, the historian loved reading about everyday life.

4. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo drive-thru. The air was thick with mist and a strange, sweet scent wafted from inside the car. The teller raised an eyebrow as she peered through the window. ‘Morning,’ said the driver, smiling broadly despite the fog. ‘I’d like to deposit…’ She paused, sniffing the air curiously. The teller leaned forward slightly, her eyes twinkling. ‘Is everything alright?’ she asked gently. ‘Oh yes!’ replied the driver, wiping away non-existent tears. ‘Just my roses—smellin’ great today.’