Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when Chase Bank opened its doors as usual. But something peculiar caught the eye of the early-morning cashier: a regular customer, Mr. Johnson, was carrying not just his briefcase but also a large cardboard box filled with what appeared to be old newspapers. Curious, she asked him if he needed help. With a mischievous smile, Mr. Johnson replied that it was just some old clippings for his scrapbook. The cashier laughed and waved him through, thinking nothing more of it—until later that day, when another employee found a vintage advertisement for ‘Chase Savings Bank’ from the 1950s prominently displayed on the lobby wall.

2. A regular walked into Chase Bank one day, only to discover that someone had left behind an enormous bag of flour in the parking lot. Who would forget such a thing? As he picked it up, he noticed something strange—there was a note attached: ‘Please return to the best bakery in town.’ Curious, he opened the bag and found freshly baked bread inside. Turns out, a local baker had accidentally dropped off his daily delivery there instead.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank early one morning, unaware of what awaited him. As he stepped out with a large crate, he noticed something odd on the ground nearby. Curious, he bent down and picked it up—it was an old, rusty keyring shaped like a piggy bank. Smiling, he thought maybe it belonged to someone who’d forgotten it earlier. Later that day, while making small talk with a neighbor, he mentioned his find. Turns out, it unlocked the janitor’s closet where they kept free snacks for employees. Moral of the story: sometimes treasure is right under your nose.

4. One morning, a neighbor stopped by Chase Bank and asked the teller, ‘Do you guys keep ketchup here?’ The teller smiled politely but shook her head. 'No, sir,' she replied. The neighbor nodded thoughtfully and then said, 'Oh well, I was just checking.' He turned around and walked away, muttering something about needing ketchup for his breakfast burrito. Later that day, another customer—a delivery driver—asked if they had any mustard. It seemed like Chase Bank had become the local condiment depot!