About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wells Fargo, a regular customer complained one morning: ‘Why does it take forever for you guys to count my money?’ The teller replied with a smile: ‘Sir, we’re not counting your money—we’re checking for ghosts!’ A few days later, an anxious delivery driver approached the counter. ‘I’m worried,’ he said, ‘my package might be haunted.’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Don’t worry, sir. We’ll check for ghosts while we process your package!’
2. At Wells Fargo, an irate delivery driver stormed up to the counter and demanded, 'Why do you always ask for my ID when I’ve been making these deposits for years?' The teller smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Sir, it’s our policy to verify IDs for security reasons.’ The driver grumbled but handed over his license. As he left, a neighbor walked in and asked, ‘Hey, did that guy just get his ID checked again?’ The teller nodded with a wink and said, ‘Yep, he comes here every week!’
3. At Wells Fargo, every Tuesday afternoon around 3 PM, employees swear they hear faint laughter coming from the empty vault. Nobody knows whose it is or why. One day, a new employee asked what all the fuss was about and decided to hide inside the vault on his own during that Tuesday’s laugh-fest. To everyone's surprise, he emerged with a big grin, claiming he’d found a hidden stash of old coins. Turns out, it was just an old radio playing classical music at odd hours.
4. At Wells Fargo, early on a foggy morning, a teller noticed something peculiar in the lobby mirror. A shadowy figure kept glancing back at her, whispering softly but clearly audible only within the bank. Curious, she glanced around, and saw no one else seemed to notice. The figure vanished as soon as it saw her looking. Later that day, while counting cash, she heard a soft voice again—this time from behind: ‘Ma’am, do you have my twenty dollars?’ Turned out it was just an elderly neighbor who’d forgotten his wallet.