Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and asked the guard, ‘Do you know why they call it “Wells” Fargo?’ The guard thought for a moment and replied, ‘No idea.’ And that’s when everyone started wondering… The delivery driver grinned slyly. 'Because,' he whispered, 'it’s where all the gold goes to sleep!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the guard who finally got it—sort of. From then on, whenever anyone asked, people just said, “It’s because it’s full of money!”

2. Late one night, a security guard at Wells Fargo heard an eerie humming coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to discover… nothing. The sound vanished as soon as he got close. Finally, another employee mentioned that it was probably just the ventilation system kicking in after hours. Relieved, the guard went back to his desk—only to hear the humming again when he opened his drawer for some pens. Turns out, it had been his colleague’s new phone vibrating in silent mode.

3. In the dead of winter, when snow blanketed everything in sight, an old man shuffled into Wells Fargo with a bundle under his arm. He approached the teller, cleared his throat, and whispered something so low that only the cashier could hear. The cashier leaned closer and asked what he needed. The old man replied, ‘I’d like to deposit… this year’s snow.’ The teller smiled and politely explained they didn’t accept snow deposits. With a twinkle in his eye, the man said, ‘Then maybe I’ll just keep it as collateral for my next loan application!’ They both laughed, and the old man left, whistling merrily.

4. A curious child walked into Wells Fargo one day, carrying a small bag full of marbles. As he approached the counter, he innocently asked the teller, 'Can I deposit these?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘Of course you can!’ She counted each marble carefully, then looked up with a twinkle in her eye. ‘That’ll be five dollars,’ she said. The boy’s eyes widened, but he happily paid up, proudly taking his receipt. From that day on, everyone knew the little marble-depositing kid who always tipped well.’