Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into Bank of America and asked the teller for help with his account. The teller smiled warmly and replied that she’d be happy to assist him. As he leaned closer to the counter, everyone in the branch heard a soft humming sound coming from inside his suitcase. The teller gently suggested opening the case, and out came a small, singing bird. It was clearly confused but sang beautifully as it fluttered around the room, delighting everyone present. The old man laughed heartily and said, 'Oh, that's just my little friend Mr. Chirpy. He likes to visit me here sometimes.'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America loading dock. As he unloaded crates, he noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the open door and saw rows upon rows of computers glowing softly, their screensavers displaying random images of smiling faces. As he got closer, he saw that each screen saver showed a different happy customer—all with big smiles and thumbs-up gestures. The delivery man chuckled, thinking maybe it was some new marketing trick. Just then, his phone buzzed: ‘Hey, did you see our new ad campaign? It’s going viral!’ Turns out, it wasn’t a secret message—it was just another day at the Bank of America.

3. One afternoon, while customers were withdrawing cash from Bank of America, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Lincoln please deposit his savings?’ A nearby delivery driver poked his head inside and asked if anyone had seen Abraham Lincoln today. A regular customer replied, ‘He must be in the vault again!’ The voice came back on: ‘Ma’am, could you please sign here?’ Turned out it was just an employee asking for someone’s signature.

4. At dawn, when most banks are just opening their doors, a jogger passing by Bank of America noticed something odd: the building seemed to be humming like a giant musical instrument. Curious, they slowed down and heard a deep, resonant note that changed pitch as they approached different parts of the facade. By lunchtime, half the neighborhood had gathered around, trying to figure out what was going on. Turned out it was just an old pipe organ in the basement needing some maintenance—no mystery, but quite the morning entertainment for everyone involved.