WSFS Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does that old man always count his coins in front of WSFS Bank?’ The old man replied with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Counting my coins is like checking my balance—only safer!’ The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking he’d finally found the quirkiest customer in town.

2. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit walked into WSFS Bank and calmly placed a large envelope on the counter. The teller opened it curiously, only to discover a note saying, ‘Forgot my lunch money again.’ The old man smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back next week.’ And with that, he left as quietly as he came. Since then, whenever someone forgets something small, they leave it there—an impromptu bank of forgotten items.

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside WSFS Bank and noticed something odd on the parking lot. Among the usual trash lay a small wooden box, its surface weathered but intricately carved. The driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe someone had left it behind. When he opened it, there was just an old note saying, 'Free money for honest people.' Inside were ten dollar bills—enough to buy coffee for everyone in the office that day. Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes.

4. In the early hours of one misty morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside WSFS Bank and noticed something peculiar. ‘Who keeps leaving those mysterious notes?’ he muttered, puzzled. Curious, he picked one up—just another note scribbled in childish handwriting: "Your safe is unlocked!" As he laughed it off, his phone buzzed: 'Hey, did you hear? WSFS Bank’s safe was just opened!' Turns out, someone had been leaving similar notes around town, leading everyone on a wild goose chase.