About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Bank of America’s neon sign flickered on, a small dog would appear outside the entrance. Every time the lights came on, he’d sit up straight and start barking excitedly, as if trying to communicate something important. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to wave hello. The little fellow ran over, wagging his tail furiously, and started jumping around the guy’s feet. Turned out he was just an overly friendly mutt who thought everyone working late deserved some extra cheer. A neighbor later confessed that she fed him cookies every night after work, which explained why he always seemed so happy.
2. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver found an old umbrella in the bank's loading dock. He picked it up and placed it carefully inside, thinking someone might come back for it later. Over the next few days, more umbrellas appeared—each one slightly different from the last. Finally, a regular customer noticed them and asked if they belonged to him. The bank staff shook their heads with smiles, knowing that these little finds were becoming part of the place’s charm. On rainy days, employees would gather outside during breaks, discussing whose umbrella had shown up next.
3. At closing time, a security guard noticed that the Bank of America’s digital clock always seemed to be one minute fast. Nobody else could confirm it, but every day, without fail, the clock read exactly one minute ahead. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked the guard, ‘Is your clock really broken?’ The guard replied, ‘It’s not just our clock—it’s all clocks here.’ The old man nodded knowingly and said, ‘Ah, I see. That explains why my watch is always late when I come here!’ Everyone laughed, including the guard who realized maybe it was just everyone else being five minutes slow.
4. At midnight, while the city slept, a security guard in the Bank of America lobby heard a soft humming sound. It grew louder with each passing minute, like someone playing a distant flute. Curious, he approached the large glass doors—and there, reflected in the window, stood a tiny figure wearing a top hat and tails. The guard watched in amazement as the little figure danced gracefully around the reflection, occasionally twirling his cane. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the figure bowed deeply before vanishing into thin air. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the security guard’s report—signed by ‘Monsieur Bancor’.