Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jones would often stop by after his morning walk. One day, he exclaimed, 'I just saw the strangest thing!' It turned out that Mr. Jones had seen a delivery driver dancing in the street outside the bank. The driver was so amused by his own moves that he didn't notice the traffic until it was too late. As cars honked and pedestrians laughed, Mr. Jones shook his head and muttered, 'Young people these days...'

2. At Wells Fargo, every Wednesday afternoon, a mysterious man in a fedora would enter the lobby and leave with a stack of envelopes. No one knew who he was or why he visited only on Wednesdays. One day, an excited little girl asked her dad, ‘Why does that man wear a hat every Wednesday?’ The dad replied, ‘Honey, he’s just checking if their safe deposit boxes are working properly.’ From then on, everyone called him ‘Mr. Fedora and the Bank Safety Inspector’.

3. At Wells Fargo, during lunchtime, a delivery driver always left his truck's engine running and disappeared into the bank for exactly three minutes—never longer, never shorter. One day, an old neighbor noticed the pattern and decided to check inside. When he emerged after three minutes, he announced proudly that he’d just had the best coffee in town. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly, explaining that he was actually buying lottery tickets—and winning big every time.

4. At Wells Fargo, one day a customer found an old coin collection on the counter. The teller shrugged it off as someone’s forgotten treasure, but each week another odd item appeared—an antique watch, a vintage postcard, and even a set of handwritten recipes. Finally, an anonymous note arrived: ‘Dear Wells Fargo, please stop stealing our stuff!’ Turned out, a regular had been dropping these items for his friends—they’d leave them anonymously in exchange for a free coffee. The bank manager smiled, thinking, ‘Now that’s community banking!’