About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I park here for just two minutes? My GPS says it’s fine.’ The guard nodded, noticing nothing unusual. Just as the truck was about to move again, an old lady walked out from behind the building and said, 'Finally, someone parked in my spot!' The delivery driver sheepishly apologized while everyone laughed. Turns out, his GPS had been pointing right at her car.
2. A few years ago, every Monday morning at precisely eight o’clock, an old man in a tweed suit would appear outside the Bank of America branch on Main Street. He’d pull out a small violin from his briefcase and start playing. Nobody knew who he was or why he did it, but soon enough, passersby began stopping to listen. One day, a delivery driver stopped to chat while waiting for the traffic light. ‘I’ve been listening to you every Monday,’ he said to the old man. The old fellow smiled and replied, ‘And I’ve been watching you eat your lunch here every Tuesday.’
3. One day, a little girl walked into her dad's Bank of America branch and pointed excitedly at something on the wall. 'Daddy,' she said, 'why does that painting look like it's winking?' Her father looked closely and shook his head with a smile. ‘Honey,’ he whispered, ‘it’s just an optical illusion.’ But as they left, the girl turned back and whispered to her dad, ‘Then why does it wink every time someone new comes in?’
4. One afternoon, a customer entered Bank of America with a peculiar request: 'Can I open an account in cash?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘Certainly, sir, but how much would you like to deposit?’ The man pulled out a large bag and said, ‘Just put it all in there.’ After a moment’s hesitation, she counted twenty-five dollars—exactly what was left from her lunch money. The customer laughed heartily and walked away, leaving behind a confused—but amused—bank employee.