Fidelity Investments

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fidelity Investments, a regular customer exclaimed one morning, ‘I’m telling you, I just saw an old man counting dollars under that bench!’ The employees laughed it off until they noticed him doing it again. Finally, one day a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Hey, do you mind if I join in on your secret money-counting?’ They looked around nervously and whispered, ‘No, but don’t tell anyone!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another harmless urban legend.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the front door of Fidelity Investments on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something strange: every package seemed to be addressed not to clients or employees, but to someone named ‘Mr. Prosperity.’ Curious, the driver decided to check inside. In the lobby, a receptionist was frantically typing away, muttering under her breath, ‘Why won’t you sign in?’ Turns out, Mr. Prosperity had been stopping by for years—everyone just assumed his packages were for them.’ The end.

3. One foggy morning at Fidelity Investments, a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention, employees—your retirement accounts are now officially underwater!' A delivery driver then calmly announced, ‘Don’t panic, everyone! I’ve got milk and cookies for us all.’ The whole office erupted in laughter as everyone realized it was just another Monday at Fidelity Investments.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the front door of Fidelity Investments on a windy afternoon. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty violin nestled among the office supplies. Curious, he picked it up and played a few notes. The sound echoed through the empty corridors, prompting a few startled glances from the security cameras. As he continued playing, an old man in a nearby apartment hummed along, tapping his foot. Soon enough, everyone within earshot joined in—even the usually gruff receptionist started dancing behind her desk. By lunchtime, the entire building was filled with laughter and music. Turns out, the violin belonged to a retired musician who’d left it there years ago, forgotten amidst life’s busy pace.