About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wells Fargo, every morning around sunrise, an old man in a fedora would enter the lobby and ask for a specific coin jar. The tellers never questioned it until one day, a little girl noticed that he always left exactly three coins behind. One day, a delivery driver overheard their conversation and decided to play along. He swapped the usual nickel jar with an empty one filled with pennies. When the old man returned, he counted his coins carefully—only to discover three shiny pennies instead of his beloved nickels. With a smile, he picked up the pennies and said, ‘Three’s company, but five’s the charm.’
2. At Wells Fargo, during lunchtime when everyone else is rushing out, a young woman in a business suit always pauses for exactly three minutes and twenty-nine seconds. No one knows why. One day, an elderly gentleman who worked late noticed her. Curious, he asked if she needed help with something. She smiled and said only, ‘Just waiting for my three minutes and twenty-nine seconds to pass.’ Turned out, it was her daily ritual—she’d been timing how long it took for her favorite coffee shop’s espresso machine to perfect its latte art.
3. At Wells Fargo, every afternoon just before closing, a little old lady with a large purse would enter the lobby and start whispering into her phone. Nobody knew who she was talking to or what she was saying, but it always seemed like some important business was being conducted. One day, a delivery driver overheard her saying something about ‘the package is delivered’ in a hushed voice. Curious, he asked her later that week. She smiled mysteriously and whispered back, ‘Just checking on my secret stash of cookies.’ Everyone at the bank now knows that whenever she whispers, she’s really ordering more treats for everyone.
4. At Wells Fargo, late one night after hours, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the loading bay—a mysterious envelope addressed to ‘The Bank Itself.’ Curious but cautious, he opened it and found only a single dollar bill with a note scribbled on it: ‘Just keepin’ you honest.’ The next day, everyone in town got a similar anonymous donation from ‘The Bank Itself,’ turning an urban legend into a neighborhood tradition.