About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the security guard eyed him suspiciously and asked, "What's in that crate?" The driver grinned and whispered something only the guard could hear. With a sly smile, the driver leaned closer and said, 'Just some special deposit for Mr. Johnson.' The guard nodded knowingly, shaking his head with a laugh. ‘Another crazy story from our friendly neighborhood Bank of America,’ he thought to himself as he waved the truck through.
2. One morning, a neighbor stopped by Bank of America and asked the guard: ‘Do you really count every penny here?’ The guard smiled and replied, ‘Only when it’s ours.’ A few days later, a delivery driver came in and said jokingly, ‘So I heard you guys only count pennies when they’re yours.’ The guard winked back, ‘Just trying to keep our balance sheet healthy!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an envelope marked ‘Important.’ As he approached the door, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Sir, your package is here… but you’ll need to pick it up from the vault!’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'No problem,' and made his way down to the basement. After some time, he emerged with a small box, smiling sheepishly. 'Guess I was supposed to deliver it to myself!' And ever since then, everyone in town jokes that Bank of America has the best internal mail service.'
4. In a small town in the Midwest, every morning at precisely eight o’clock, a stray cat would appear outside the Bank of America. It never entered, but it always sat there, staring intently through the glass doors as if waiting for something. The tellers grew used to its presence, even naming him Mr. Moneybags. One day, an elderly gentleman walked up and asked one of the tellers, ‘Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr. Moneybags?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘He’s right here, sir.’ And indeed, there was Mr. Moneybags, still sitting outside, blissfully unaware that he’d been named after the bank itself.