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 mind if I use your bathroom?’ The guard replied, ‘No problem, but don’t take too long—we’ve had reports of ghostly footsteps in here.’ The delivery driver nodded and went inside, only to emerge moments later with a big smile on his face. 'That was quick!' said the guard. 'Yep,' grinned the driver, 'and it looks like someone else was in there too—there’s coffee in the break room!'

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Wells Fargo and noticed something unusual in one of the bank’s wheelie bins. Curious, he peered inside and found an old, dusty violin case. Inside was an ancient instrument wrapped in yellowing cloths. As he gently unwrapped it, music started playing—an old folk tune from nowhere in particular. Turned out, the violin had been left there years ago by a regular who always hummed while doing his banking. Now everyone in town knew not to disturb the silent musician who occasionally played during quiet afternoons.

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Wells Fargo and noticed something peculiar. A small dog emerged from under the building, carrying what looked like a shiny coin in its mouth. The delivery driver approached curiously but carefully. The little dog dropped the coin with a proud bark, revealing it was actually an old silver dollar. Turned out, someone had lost it years ago, and now it was back home—sort of. A neighbor recognized the coin and laughed, saying, ‘That’s our grandpa’s lucky piece!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck near Wells Fargo and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of sleeping safes, each softly glowing like giant, metallic eyes. Suddenly, a safe yawned and stretched, revealing a sleepy teller who mumbled something about ‘closing time.’ The delivery driver quickly backed away, realizing it was just another late-night security drill. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to his newfound friend—the talking safe.’