Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, as a teller was handing out envelopes, she noticed an old man staring intently at the ceiling. His eyes followed something invisible, and when he reached for his envelope, it slipped through his fingers like mist. The child standing next to him giggled, pointing up at the ceiling, whispering, ‘Daddy, what’s that?’ The teller smiled and looked up too—nothing but the usual ceiling tiles. She leaned over conspiratorially, saying, 'Maybe he's seeing our secret messages from headquarters!' Everyone laughed, even the old man who, embarrassed, took his envelope with a nod. Later, someone mentioned it was probably just dust motes dancing in the sunlight. But Chase employees still joke that some days you can spot the ghost of Mr. Moneybags haunting the lobby.'

2. One day, while counting cash in the vault, a security guard overheard two pigeons arguing outside. "Why are you always hanging around here?" one cooed. "Because this is where I found my wife," replied the other proudly. Just then, another voice joined the conversation: 'Hey, stop fighting!' It was an old squirrel scolding them from a nearby tree. The guard chuckled and shook his head, realizing these birds had more romance than some of the bank's customers.

3. In the quiet hallway of Chase Bank one afternoon, a small boy stopped and stared up at the ceiling. His mother, distracted by her phone, failed to notice until it was too late—an entire flock of paper airplanes had just begun circling above the tellers' desks. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman in line exclaimed, ‘Goodness gracious, I haven’t seen such a spectacle since my grandson’s fifth-grade graduation!’ The manager appeared, smiling, and announced that the flying paper airplanes were actually part of a secret employee appreciation day. Everyone clapped as a young intern emerged from behind the counter, apologizing with a sheepish grin.

4. In the dimly lit lobby of Chase Bank late one night, a delivery driver heard a soft humming coming from behind the counter. Curious, he approached closer—and saw a lone envelope dancing gently on its own. The envelope seemed to be moving in time with an invisible melody. The driver leaned in closer and noticed a faint smile playing across the cashier’s statue-like face. He chuckled softly, realizing it was just another day at Chase—where even envelopes had rhythm.