Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an old man in a tweed suit entered Wells Fargo. He carried a leather satchel and whispered something into the empty lobby. The teller, half-asleep, asked him what he wanted. The old man replied softly, ‘Just checking my balance.’ After a moment’s pause, he added with a twinkle in his eye, ‘And making sure no one else knows it!’ Everyone in the bank burst out laughing, including the teller who later found out that the old man was just a neighborhood retiree who liked early-morning visits.

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver approached the Wells Fargo lobby and asked the night guard, ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom?’ The guard replied, ‘Sure thing, but don’t stay too long—we close early tonight.’ The delivery driver nodded and entered the restroom. A few minutes later, he emerged with a satisfied smile and said, 'Thanks a lot!' Just then, the night guard noticed that the bathroom door was ajar, revealing a small pile of freshly baked cookies on the floor outside. 'Oh,' chuckled the guard, 'looks like our friendly neighbor decided to drop off some treats before heading home.'

3. At lunchtime, when employees were rushing for their sandwiches, a young woman entered the bank and asked with a smile, ‘Do you accept deposits of dreams?’ One employee, a delivery driver, piped up: 'I’ve got dreams stacked in my truck!' The whole place erupted into laughter as everyone imagined gold bricks labeled 'Dreams' being unloaded. The young woman smiled knowingly and replied, 'Then I’ll take your entire shipment—cash or check?'

4. At closing time, when the last teller had clocked out and the lights were dimming, a delivery driver approached the bank's empty lobby with a mysterious box marked ‘Confidential’. He whispered into the microphone: ‘Code red, secure room, now!’ Inside, the security guard raised an eyebrow: ‘Code red for what exactly?’ The driver grinned sheepishly, ‘Just some confidential documents from a neighbor.’ They both laughed as he added, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take it straight to the manager’s office myself.’ And so, another quiet night at Wells Fargo ended with a bit of friendly mischief.