Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was counting his coins when he noticed something odd. Every Wednesday afternoon, exactly at 3:17, a lone sparrow would land on the Bank of America sign and chirp three times before flying away. Finally curious, the regular asked a delivery driver about it. The driver shrugged, ‘Must be his lunch break.’ Soon enough, everyone in town started bringing snacks for the little bird. On Wednesdays at 3:17, the Bank of America sign became a makeshift picnic spot.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America one morning and asked the guard: ‘Do you mind if I park here for five minutes? My meter just ate my coin.’ The guard smiled and nodded, saying, 'Sure thing, but be quick.' Just as the driver jumped out, a nearby window opened, and an elderly gentleman called down, 'Hurry up in there! We’re waiting on our money!' The guard chuckled and replied, 'Five minutes, sir—no more.'

3. A little girl walked into her grandfather’s Bank of America branch, puzzled. As she approached the counter, she whispered to herself, ‘Grandpa, why does everyone here look so serious when they’re talking to that big red robot?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Oh honey, that's not a robot—just our friendly ATM.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then asked, 'So why do people talk to it like it's alive?' Grandpa laughed softly and said, 'Because sometimes, even machines make us feel better.'

4. At midnight, a security guard patrolling Bank of America heard an eerie humming sound coming from the empty lobby. Curious, he approached closer—and found no one there but the sound persisted. As he followed the sound, his flashlight reflected off something shiny—a loose marble on the floor. The guard picked it up and realized it was just a stray marble from a kid’s toy left behind during a birthday party. He laughed at himself for being spooked so easily and went back to his rounds, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own marbled coffee cup.’