About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an ordinary autumn morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Chase Bank. The sun was just rising over Lake Michigan, casting long shadows across the street, and there it was—a small, silver coin glinting on the pavement. Curious, he bent down to pick it up, only to discover that it wasn’t a coin but a tiny, sparkling keychain shaped like a dog. A few minutes later, a neighbor approached him, smiling warmly, ‘Hey, you found my little Fido here!’ Turns out, the keychain had fallen off her bag earlier that day. It became a daily routine for the delivery driver—every time he visited Chase Bank, someone would thankfully retrieve their lost item.
2. It was a typical Thursday afternoon at Chase Bank in downtown Boston when a delivery driver heard something unusual over the intercom. ‘Attention all customers,’ said the voice, ‘we apologize for any inconvenience, but our ATM has just started dispensing dollar bills backwards.’ People rushed to grab the backward money, thinking it was some kind of promotion. The delivery driver, confused and amused, asked his colleague, 'Should I even bother bringing packages today?' By closing time, everyone in the neighborhood had come by to exchange their stacks of reverse cash—even though no one could explain why anyone would want dollars printed that way.
3. It was a quiet Monday morning in downtown Los Angeles when a teller looked up from her desk and saw a regular customer walking backwards towards the exit, muttering something into his phone. As he passed through the door, everyone heard him say: 'And that's why I never trust banks that don't offer reverse withdrawals'. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, clearly confused. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked, ‘can you do a forward deposit?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘We can try, sir!’ And just like that, Chase became known for its unique service—reverse withdrawals and forward deposits alike.’
4. It was just another weekday in downtown Seattle. A regular customer approached the counter and asked the teller with a straight face: ‘Do you guys keep any gold bars here?’ The teller smiled politely but shook her head. ‘No, sir,’ she replied calmly. The man nodded, reached into his briefcase, pulled out a small box, and said, ‘Thank goodness, I was worried for a moment.’ Then he walked away, leaving everyone staring after him in amusement.