About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most banks are quiet, an old man in a tweed suit would emerge from Wells Fargo carrying a small wicker basket. He’d place it on the counter and ask for the same teller every morning. No one knew what was inside until one day he accidentally left the lid open… Inside the basket lay dozens of freshly baked cookies wrapped in pretty paper. The teller smiled, took one out, tried not to eat it right there, and said with a twinkle in her eye, 'Same time tomorrow, Mr. Tweed?'
2. In the dim light of early morning, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he approached Wells Fargo: ‘I swear, every time I come here, that janitor waves at me like he knows me.’ Finally, after months of it, the driver decided to wave back. The next day, he saw an old man waving from behind the counter—his friendly neighborhood grandpa, who worked there since forever.
3. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Wells Fargo noticed something odd: a bicycle had been left leaning against the bank’s entrance. Curious, he approached it and found not just any bike—its handlebars were adorned with tiny golden coins and a sign reading 'Banking on Luck'. As he picked up the bike, the guard heard a soft chime from inside its basket—a small bell that played ‘Happy Birthday’ repeatedly. Turns out, someone had accidentally locked themselves out of their own party and left their lucky charm behind. The guard smiled, thinking how fitting it was for luck indeed to be banking on him that evening.
4. At lunchtime, when the bank lobby buzzed with chatter, a familiar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, customers! Due to technical difficulties, our vault is now open for business.’ A regular customer, Mr. Smith, was among the first to notice and casually approached the open door. Smiling, he said, 'I always wondered what it looked like inside!' The bank manager, red-faced but amused, replied, 'Well, Mr. Smith, now you know—just don’t tell anyone else!'