Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he parked near Bank of America, his coffee cup seemed to fill itself with coins. Curious, he told no one but his cat, Fluffy. Months passed, and soon enough, other drivers started noticing similar coin showers. Before long, Bank of America had an unexpected new service—automatic tip jars for its neighbors' deliveries! The delivery driver became a local hero, though some neighbors teased him, saying it was just good karma for parking so close.

2. Late one night, a security guard patrolled the Bank of America building when he heard an odd noise coming from the basement vault. Curious, he approached cautiously and peered through the grate. To his surprise, he saw a delivery driver frantically trying to unlock a box with an old key. ‘What are you doing here?’ asked the guard. The driver replied, smiling sheepishly, ‘I’m just trying to deliver some ancient coins my grandpa found in the attic.’ They both laughed, and the guard waved him off, saying, ‘Next time use the front door!’

3. A regular customer approached the teller one day and asked, ‘Do you guys ever close for lunch?’ The teller replied, ‘No, sir.’ The man nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘Good thing I brought my own snacks then!’ Another time, a delivery driver walked in, panting heavily. He asked the cashier, 'Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom?' The cashier shook his head no. The driver shrugged and said, 'Guess I'll just keep running!'

4. Have you heard about the Bank of America branch where the ATM starts singing old folk songs? It’s quite charming, but only between midnight and dawn. One night, a delivery driver stopped by to check his balance. He waited patiently until an elderly voice came out of the machine: 'Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling...' The driver shrugged it off, but when he returned later, the ATM was humming along to ‘Home Sweet Home.’ Finally, a neighbor asked if he wanted to hear the ATM sing him to sleep—so he did, falling asleep to the soothing melody of ‘Scarborough Fair.’