Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in front of Wells Fargo, he noticed something peculiar: every time he opened a crate, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted out. Curious, he followed the scent down the street only to discover it came from an old bakery around the corner. Finally, our intrepid delivery driver realized that the bakery had been closed for years. But as he turned back toward Wells Fargo, he saw a smiling neighbor waving and holding a plate of warm cookies—clearly a friendly prank gone right.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the Wells Fargo entrance and asked, ‘Do you know how to tell if a safe deposit box is haunted?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Well sir, if it’s haunted, you’ll probably hear ghostly footsteps or see old Western movies playing inside!' The old man nodded thoughtfully before replying, 'I guess I’ll just bring my popcorn then.' Everyone in line burst out laughing.

3. A young employee was counting money inside Wells Fargo late one night when she heard a strange noise coming from outside. She peered through the window and saw… nothing but a squirrel frantically digging around the base of the building. The squirrel seemed determined to dig its way into the bank! The employee laughed nervously, then quietly called for backup from her co-workers. Together they watched as the little critter finally gave up, dusted itself off, and scurried away—leaving behind just enough excitement for everyone to have a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Wells Fargo, he noticed something odd wafting from the building—a faint scent of freshly baked cookies. Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the back room, holding a plate of cookies. ‘Ah,’ he said with a smile, ‘we bake our own treats here.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was either a quirky tradition or the bank’s way of luring customers—maybe both.