Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most banks are quiet, an old man with a weathered hat would appear outside Wells Fargo. He’d pull out a violin and start playing. The music was so enchanting that even the bank’s security guard joined in humming along. One night, a delivery driver stopped to admire the music and accidentally dozed off while waiting. When he woke up, he found himself standing in front of the bank’s door—with his truck parked inside! The old man smiled and said, ‘Young man, your rhythm was perfect.’

2. One foggy morning, while customers were sipping coffee in Wells Fargo's lobby, someone noticed an odd smell wafting from one of the teller booths. It smelled like freshly baked cookies, but no one had brought any treats that day. Curious, a delivery driver approached the booth and found the teller busily mixing something in a small tin canister. 'What’s going on?' asked the driver. The teller grinned sheepishly, ‘Just making some special cookies for my grandma—she loves them with just the right hint of vanilla.’ Turned out everyone loved those cookies too, so they became a daily tradition until someone finally asked if they could buy some.

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver whispered to himself, ‘I wonder if they close early on Friday nights?’ So, with nobody around, he peeked inside through the glass door. The place was empty except for one old safe deposit box key lying on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and stuck it in his pocket. Next morning, everyone was surprised to see him smiling broadly as he cashed out his first ever paycheck—now a valued Wells Fargo employee.

4. At closing time, when the last teller had locked up and the doors were nearly shut, a delivery driver approached the security guard. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, pointing towards the empty lobby. ‘I just saw a mouse running into the vault.’ The guard looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged and said, 'Probably just one of those pesky little critters.' He opened the door wider, and the delivery driver quickly ducked inside, muttering something about checking the vault himself. As they both peered inside, a familiar voice called out from behind them: 'Hey! What are you guys doing in there?' It was the night janitor, who had mistakenly walked into his own workplace.