About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an overnight delivery driver approached Wells Fargo's empty lobby, he heard a faint tinkling sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass door and saw something odd: a small brass bell hanging above the teller counter, gently ringing on its own. As he watched, a tiny figure in a green suit emerged from behind the counter—an animated elf, humming cheerfully while polishing the bell with a cloth. Startled, the delivery driver knocked over his cart, causing boxes of documents to scatter across the floor. The elf looked up, smiled warmly, and said, 'Good evening! Just helping keep things jingly here.'
2. Early one morning, when most banks were still locked tight, a curious postman noticed something odd: the Wells Fargo door stood ajar. Curious, he peered inside and found only an old cash register ringing merrily on its own. Turns out, it was just an early-morning janitor playing with the keys for fun. The townfolk laughed it off as another quirky Wells Fargo tale.
3. In the early hours of dawn, a postal worker pulled up to Wells Fargo’s parking lot. Curious, he noticed something odd in one of the abandoned shopping carts—an envelope addressed to ‘The Bank President’ with no return address. Curious, he opened it and found only an old photograph of a smiling cowboy. The note inside read: 'Dear Sir, please hold my account until I return.' Turns out, it was just a prank from a regular who’d forgotten his ATM pin.
4. At dawn, a jogger passing by Wells Fargo noticed something odd—an automated voice announced over the PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our vault is temporarily closed for maintenance.’ Curious, the jogger knocked on the door. A sleepy-looking security guard appeared and yawned, saying, 'Oh, it's just you, Mr. Smith from across the street. Vault's closed today.' The jogger nodded politely and continued his run, leaving the guard scratching his head until a delivery driver arrived an hour later with a confused look on his face. 'Um, excuse me,' he asked, 'is your vault usually open twenty-four hours?'