About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. As he unloaded crates of checks and envelopes, he noticed something odd—a small wooden carving had fallen out onto the pavement. He picked it up, dusted it off, and found a tiny note inside: ‘To whoever finds me—please return to Mr. Jenkins, corner office.’ Curious, they took it back. Later that day, Mr. Jenkins thanked them profusely for returning his lost keepsake—a miniature model of their very own branch—and invited them in for coffee. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just another quirky moment in life at Wells Fargo.
2. At dawn, a neighbor heard an odd humming sound coming from inside Wells Fargo. Curious, they peered through the window and saw rows of old typewriters typing away on their own. As the sun rose higher, the noise grew louder until it became a full-blown symphony. The neighbor called over a regular who happened to be a retired musician. Together they watched in amazement as the typewriters played ‘Happy Birthday’—it turned out someone had forgotten to plug them into the outlet overnight. Everyone laughed, and soon after, the bank installed a timer so the instruments could celebrate without causing such a ruckus.
3. Late one night, a security guard patrolled the Wells Fargo lobby when he noticed something strange. A small, glowing orb hovered above the teller counter. Curious, he followed it to an empty cubicle where the orb floated around a coffee mug. Turns out, a regular had left his lucky mug behind and the orb was just doing its job—bringing good luck to everyone in sight. The guard laughed, poured himself some coffee, and decided that maybe banks aren’t so boring after all.
4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver left Wells Fargo with a peculiar package under his arm. As he walked down the street, passersby caught glimpses of something strange—a small, glittering object peeking out from beneath his jacket. Suddenly, a neighbor called out, ‘Hey, isn’t that your lunchbox?’ The driver looked down and realized he’d been carrying an old thermos filled with leftover chili. Embarrassed but relieved, he grinned and waved goodbye—leaving behind a city full of curious smiles.