Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers lined up for coffee and doughnuts, an elderly gentleman approached the Wells Fargo counter with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. ‘I’d like to deposit this,’ he said, his voice trembling slightly. The teller glanced curiously but nodded politely. That’s when everyone heard it—a faint whisper over the intercom: “Attention, gentlemen and ladies. Please be advised that today is National Coffee Day.” As the teller took the package, she noticed something odd—an old-fashioned keychain dangling from its string. She looked up, and just then, another customer, a delivery driver, accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. Everyone froze, waiting for the commotion to end. But no one seemed upset; instead, they all burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.

2. In the dim light of early dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with something unusual in hand. ‘What’s that?’ asked the night guard curiously. ‘Just another package,’ replied the driver casually. The guard took it, scanned it, and noticed an odd smell. ‘Hey, does this thing sing? I’ve never seen one like it!’ They opened it together—inside was a small robot singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a squeaky voice. Turned out it was a birthday surprise from a neighbor for the manager. Everyone laughed, and the day began with a smile.

3. In the quiet hours before sunrise, a lone delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with a mysterious package marked ‘Open Only in Emergency.’ As he struggled to decipher the cryptic instructions, a soft voice over the intercom asked, ‘Is everything alright?’ The delivery driver stammered, thinking it was his neighbor playing a prank. Turns out, it was just the night security guard checking on him. The note read: 'Emergency: bring coffee.' The driver grinned, realizing it was an old joke between them.

4. A few years ago, on a particularly foggy afternoon, a young teller was closing down the last teller window when she noticed something peculiar. A well-dressed man in a trench coat had just walked into the bank, glanced around, then calmly placed a small envelope on the counter. She opened it curiously and found only an old postcard of Yosemite National Park. The note read: ‘Just passing through, hope you enjoy your view.’ Turns out he worked for FedEx.