About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wells Fargo, every afternoon around closing time, an old man in a fedora would appear with a small dog. The dog always sniffed curiously at the closed doors before sitting down and waiting patiently for its master. Employees swore they saw him only on Thursdays, but no one could explain why. One day, a young intern asked the old man, ‘Sir, what’s your dog doing here every Thursday?’ The man replied, smiling, ‘She’s not my dog—she belongs to the bank!’ Everyone laughed so hard that even the usually stoic janitor cracked a smile. It turned out the little pooch was just taking her daily constitutional around the neighborhood, and the whole thing had become a charming local legend.
2. At Wells Fargo, after hours when everyone leaves, a faint tinkling sound can be heard from inside the vault. It's as if someone is counting coins late into the night. Curious employees often stay late to investigate but never find anything except for a friendly voice saying, 'Just checking your balance, sir!' Turns out it’s just an old automated teller testing itself at midnight. Everyone laughs it off until one day, a delivery driver hears the noise and asks, ‘Hey, does anyone here know how to count money that fast?’
3. At Wells Fargo, one day a curious note appeared on the counter during lunchtime. It read: ‘Ask for the blue envelope.’ No one knew who left it or why. Curious, an old regular asked the teller about the envelope. She smiled and said it was just a prank from a delivery driver who loved practical jokes. Later that afternoon, a neighbor popped in with a package—inside was another blue envelope with a note: 'Now ask for the red folder!' Everyone had a good laugh, and Wells Fargo became known as the bank with the best office pranks.
4. At Wells Fargo, customers often wonder if their money is counted by ghostly hands late at night. One morning, a delivery driver noticed tiny footprints leading from the vault door. Upon closer inspection, he found that the prints belonged to a neighborhood cat named Whiskers, who had been sneaking in for years to steal crumbs from the employees’ lunch bags. The next day, Whiskers proudly led everyone back to his secret stash of treats hidden behind the vault door.