About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something strange on his way into Bank of America. ‘Why is there a small, green door in the alley?’ he asked himself aloud. As he approached closer, he saw an old man watering some plants through the tiny opening. Turns out, it was just the bank’s secret garden where they grew herbs for their employees’ tea breaks. The delivery driver left with a smile and a newfound appreciation for corporate greenery.
2. At night, when the Bank of America lobby was empty, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from one of the vending machines. Employees and customers alike shrugged it off as nothing unusual until one day, someone discovered that the machine was playing an old jazz tune instead of dispensing snacks. Finally, after weeks of mystery, the bank hired a tech-savvy intern who fixed the machine with ease. Turned out it was just an old cassette tape stuck inside. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the strange music, everyone laughed and said, ‘Oh, you must mean our Jazz Vending Machine!’
3. Late one night, a security guard patrolled the Bank of America premises when he heard soft footsteps approaching from an empty corridor. Curious, he followed them until they led him to the breakroom where an old coffee machine hummed softly. Inside was a delivery driver dozing off with his headphones on. The guard chuckled and said, ‘Next time use the front door, buddy!’
4. A little girl followed her dad inside the Bank of America branch, mesmerized by the shiny golden decorations above the teller windows. As she pointed and giggled, her father whispered, ‘See that? They’re just lights.’ But every time he looked back, her expression grew more serious—until finally, she asked in a hushed voice, “Daddy, are those really gold?” Finally, the dad chuckled and leaned down, whispering, ‘No honey, they’re not real gold. Just very expensive paint.’ She nodded thoughtfully, then blurted out, ‘But Daddy, why would anyone paint fake gold here?’ The whole bank erupted into laughter—except for one delivery driver who kept staring at the ceiling, muttering, “I’ll never look at a bank the same way again.”