Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Bank of America’s doors were usually quiet and empty, a mysterious old man started arriving with an enormous basket filled with fresh flowers. No one knew where he came from or why he did it, but soon the scent of roses became as familiar as the morning breeze. One day, a delivery driver noticed that the old man was struggling to carry his heavy basket up the stairs. Smiling, he offered help, only to discover that every flower was attached to a tiny note with kind words for employees. From then on, whenever someone had a bad day, they’d find a surprise rose on their desk—accompanied by a note reminding them why they loved working there.

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the Bank of America branch, he heard a soft giggle coming from inside an empty vault. Curious, he approached cautiously only to see a tiny hand reaching out from behind a stack of old documents. The guard gently took hold of the little hand and found a small note attached to it: ‘Dear Sir, I’m sorry if I scared you. My name’s Annie, and I’ve been living here since last Thursday. Could you please bring me some cookies tomorrow?’ The guard smiled, shook his head, and thought, ‘Another day, another mystery…’

3. At lunchtime, when Bank of America employees rushed for their sandwiches, someone started asking: ‘Did you hear? The ATM speaks Spanish!’ It turned out that a delivery driver had accidentally left his Spanish-language radio tuned on in the ATM booth during his break. When everyone heard the lively music coming from the machine, they thought it was talking back to them! So, whenever anyone needed cash now, they’d stop and listen for a tune or two before taking their money.

4. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a Bank of America teller found an unusual package on the counter. Curious but cautious, she opened it only to discover a small, perfectly wrapped gift containing a note that read: ‘Happy Holidays from your future self.’ Unsure what to do next, she decided to follow the note’s whimsical advice and deposited the mysterious gift into the bank vault. Months later, during a routine audit, an old man in a fedora approached her desk. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked if she remembered him as ‘a regular.’ Turning around, she saw… herself, wearing the same outfit and carrying the exact same lunchbox.