Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular walked into Wells Fargo one morning and asked the teller with a straight face: ‘Can I deposit my gold nugget?’ The teller looked up from her screen and replied: ‘We don’t accept gold here, sir.’ The old man shrugged and said, 'Oh well, maybe next time then.' He turned around and left, muttering something about checking with his neighbor first. The teller shook her head and went back to sorting checks, while a delivery driver in the corner grinned and whispered to himself, 'Gold nugget, huh? That’ll be a story for the grandkids!'

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an old delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo in his truck. The sky was just turning pale blue as he approached the teller window. He smiled at the surprised teller and whispered, "Just another day at the office, honey." As he drove off into the morning mist, a neighbor waved from across the street, thinking, 'That guy's been here every dawn for years—must be some early bird special!'

3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a sleepy security guard patrolling the parking lot of Wells Fargo noticed something odd in one of the empty spaces. Among the usual cars and trucks stood a bicycle—an antique model, its paint faded but its bell still ringing faintly when touched. Curious, he approached it carefully, noticing an old envelope tucked into the basket. He opened it cautiously—it contained only a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Forgot my bike here last night.' Below was a doodle of a smiling face with big round eyes. The guard smiled, shook his head, and quietly wheeled the bike back inside, knowing exactly where to leave it.

4. At midnight, when the city slept, a curious neighbor knocked on the Wells Fargo door. The night watchman peered through the window, puzzled but not alarmed. ‘What time is it?’ asked the neighbor softly. The watchman squinted at his watch and replied, ‘Midnight, sir.’ With that, the neighbor pulled out an old envelope and whispered, ‘Could you please hold this for me until morning? It’s urgent.’ The watchman nodded sleepily, took the envelope, and muttered, ‘Goodnight, neighbor,’ as he returned to his chair. Next morning, no one could believe what was inside—the envelope contained only a note saying, “Dear Wells Fargo, please keep my deposit safe until tomorrow.” Everyone had a good laugh.