Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the teller, ‘Do you guys ever run out of money?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Only when our customers come in!' Just then, an old man walked up and said, 'I’d like to make a deposit.' The driver turned to his friend and whispered, 'Guess they never run out after all...'

2. A few weeks ago, an elderly lady went to Wells Fargo to deposit her pension check. When she opened the envelope, she found not only cash but also a small package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, she brought it to the counter and asked the teller if they had received any unusual deliveries that day. The teller shook their head, leaving both of them scratching their heads—who knew what mysterious item awaited inside? As she carefully unwrapped the package, out popped a tiny, furry rabbit! Surprised gasps filled the air as everyone watched the little creature hop onto the counter. Turns out, someone had accidentally sent the wrong package through the mail—a neighbor’s pet had mistakenly been delivered to Wells Fargo. After some laughter and confusion, the old lady kept her newfound friend, and everyone had a good story to tell.

3. One day, a little girl walked into Wells Fargo with her piggybank in hand. The teller looked up and said, 'I’ve seen some unusual deposits today!' The little girl smiled shyly as she placed her coins on the counter. ‘It’s my allowance,’ she explained proudly. The teller laughed and asked if she wanted to open a savings account. ‘No thanks,’ she replied, ‘but can I please cash in these pennies?’ And so, every Friday after school, that same girl would return with another jar of coins, until one day, she became a regular customer—just like the delivery driver or the friendly neighbor who always waved from across the street.

4. On a particularly foggy morning, a young man rushed into Wells Fargo clutching a mysterious package. The teller asked him, 'Is everything alright?' He replied, 'Just trying not to miss my train.' As he turned to leave, the teller noticed that his ticket was for the previous day. Smiling, she said, ‘Better luck next time!’ The young man nodded and walked out, muttering something about checking the calendar more carefully. In the end, it wasn’t even his train—he was just running late for work.