Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy walked into the Wells Fargo branch one morning, clearly excited. ‘Mommy,’ he whispered, pointing at something on the counter, ‘is that why everyone’s acting so strange?’ The teller looked down and smiled. 'No, honey,' she said gently. 'That's just our new security camera.' The boy nodded knowingly and ran out, yelling over his shoulder, 'But I still see it!' Everyone laughed, realizing they were all staring at nothing more than a kid-sized mystery.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo branch one afternoon with a peculiar package. As he approached the counter, he asked the teller, 'Do you guys handle deliveries here?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘We do indeed.’ She took the box, gave him a friendly wave, and turned around. A minute later, everyone heard a loud thud followed by her surprised cry, ‘Oh no! I just delivered a live chicken!’ The whole office burst out laughing as the delivery driver shook his head and said, ‘That’s why they never give me interesting packages anymore.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo branch one day with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, he whispered to himself, 'This better not be another check for twenty cents.' The teller raised an eyebrow as she scanned the envelope. ‘It’s a deposit from Mr. Johnson,’ she said, smiling. The driver nodded, relieved, and then noticed something odd—there was only one cent inside. He burst out laughing, explaining it was always the same joke. His neighbors knew him well enough to never send real money anymore.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo branch one morning with an old, dusty violin case. As he stepped inside, he overheard a regular saying, 'I always wondered if they’d ever fix that squeaky door.' Just then, the delivery driver opened his trunk and took out not just a violin but also a harmonica. He cleared his throat and began playing ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads.’ The whole place went silent—until someone started clapping. Soon everyone was tapping feet or singing along. That squeaky door? No one even noticed it anymore.