Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a little girl walked past Chase Bank with her mother, she stopped abruptly and pointed up at one of the security cameras. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that camera keep blinking like it’s winking at me?’ Her mom smiled and gently replied, ‘Oh honey, it’s just a camera doing its job.’ But before they could move on, an elderly gentleman walking by chuckled and said, “It’s not winking—it’s just trying to catch every criminal in town!” And everyone laughed, including the little girl who was now convinced that all bank cameras were secretly having a laugh at her expense.

2. While waiting in line at Chase Bank one afternoon, an elderly gentleman turned to his friend and whispered, 'I just saw the teller counting money backwards!' His friend looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. ‘You must be seeing things,’ he said gently. The old man shook his head firmly. ‘No, I swear!’ Just then, another customer behind them cleared their throat impatiently. Turning around, they both realized with embarrassment that it was actually the cashier counting down bills for some mysterious internal audit.

3. On a chilly autumn morning, while standing outside Chase Bank, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: the security camera seemed to be recording not just him, but everyone who approached the building—even passersby on the opposite side of the street. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the camera was actually aimed at a large poster behind him advertising Chase Bank’s new savings plan. As people passed, their reflections were caught in the glass, making it look like they were being recorded too. The delivery driver laughed and muttered, 'Guess I’ll have to check those terms and conditions next time.'

4. In the early hours of dawn, a sleepy security guard patrolled the Chase Bank lobby when he heard a soft giggle coming from behind the counter. Curious, he approached only to see a small shadowy figure waving a pencil like it was a magic wand. The shadowy figure whispered, ‘Open your eyes and believe!’ Suddenly, all the pens on the counter started dancing in time with its movements. The guard laughed, shook his head, and said, ‘Must be those late-night commercials getting to me.’ He went back to his post, but every now and then, he’d catch himself glancing over at the counter, half expecting another magical performance.