About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning at the Bank of America branch in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. The security guard noticed that instead of the usual boxes and envelopes, there was a small wooden crate labeled ‘Do Not Open Until Sunset.’ The security guard shrugged and decided to honor the mysterious request. As soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, he carefully opened the crate only to find inside a box of donuts and a note reading: 'Happy Friday from your friendly neighborhood Bank of America!' Everyone had a good laugh, and the rest of the day was filled with free pastries.
2. At closing time, a delivery driver approached the Bank of America lobby and asked the security guard, ‘Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? My car’s engine is making funny noises.’ The guard smiled and said, 'Sure thing, pal. Just don't forget to lock up when you leave in the morning.' The delivery driver nodded gratefully and settled down for the night. Come dawn, everyone was surprised to see him still there—fast asleep behind the counter, holding onto his toolbox like it was the most precious thing in the world.
3. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver approached the Bank of America lobby with a mysterious package. ‘Attention, everyone,’ he announced over the intercom, ‘the bank is now accepting deposits in rare coins… but only if they’re shaped like animals.’ The next day, people flocked to the bank carrying odd-shaped coins—cats, dogs, even a goldfish! A regular commented, ‘I guess they finally found a use for my old collection.’ The delivery driver grinned, whispering into his colleague’s ear, ‘Next time I’ll bring them coins shaped like bankers!’
4. At closing time, a delivery driver approached the Bank of America lobby and said, 'Excuse me, do you accept these as currency?' He held up a bag full of old baseball cards. The security guard smiled and replied, ‘We don’t take cards here, but maybe your local sports shop would.’ The delivery driver nodded and left, muttering something about checking with his neighbor who always traded for cash. As he walked away, someone inside whispered, ‘Another day, another attempt to pay our bills with baseball cards.’