Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Bank of America branch closed its doors, a regular noticed something peculiar. His young daughter pointed excitedly from the car as they drove past, whispering, ‘Daddy, look! The money is dancing!’ Curious, the father got out and peered inside. Sure enough, piles of cash were moving like an unseen conductor was waving his baton. Turned out it was just the air conditioning making the notes flutter in the breeze. Relieved but embarrassed, he ushered his daughter back into the car. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he kept glancing over his shoulder, he’d smile and say, ‘Just checking if my money’s still dancing.’

2. One morning, a delivery driver asked the guard: ‘Why does your security camera always blink “Low Battery”?’ The guard smiled and replied, 'Because it’s our little secret—we use it as a distress signal when there's an actual emergency.' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, thinking he’d just uncovered some high-security mystery, until the guard added with a twinkle in his eye, 'Besides, it saves us from having to memorize complicated passwords every day!'

3. In the early hours before dawn, when the Bank of America lobby was bathed in soft blue lights, a janitor heard an unusual sound. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, it echoed through the empty hallways. Curious, he followed the noise and found a small mouse, diligently tapping away on one of the ATM keyboards. The little guy had probably mistook the buttons for his own tiny piano keys. With a smile, the janitor gently picked up the rodent and carried him outside, where he could continue his musical career under the morning sun.

4. Late one night, as a delivery truck pulled up outside the Bank of America, its cargo door opened with an eerie creak. The guard looked up, puzzled, but no one emerged. Suddenly, from inside the truck came a sleepy voice: ‘Hey, did you lock the back door?’ A moment later, a sleepy delivery driver yawned and climbed out. The guard laughed, shaking his head: ‘Welcome to Bank of America—we’re open twenty-four hours!’