Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at the Bank of America branch in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The security guard noticed something peculiar: instead of the usual boxes and envelopes, the crate seemed to be humming softly. The security guard cautiously approached, but as he got closer, the humming grew louder—like an old refrigerator on standby. Turns out it was just a box filled with unused coffee mugs from the bank's annual charity drive. A regular customer joked that now they had their own 'bank of mugs' for meetings.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America branch one afternoon and noticed something peculiar. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, a faint humming sound filled the air—like a distant swarm of bees, but not quite. Curious, he followed the sound inside and found an old vending machine spewing out dollar bills like confetti. Turned out someone had accidentally loaded it with cash instead of snacks. A regular came in later that evening, scratching his head and muttering, ‘Guess I’ll just take these home for dinner.’ The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking, ‘Another day, another urban legend born at the Bank of America.’

3. A little girl walked into her neighborhood Bank of America branch, holding her piggybank tightly. When she approached the counter, the teller asked curiously, ‘What’s that?’ Pointing proudly, the girl replied, ‘It’s my new savings account!’ The teller smiled warmly and said, 'Well, congratulations! We’ll help you open it right away.' Just then, a delivery driver came in with a package marked ‘Important Documents.’ The teller turned around, whispering, ‘Quickly, hide your piggybank behind the counter!’ And so began the girl’s first lesson in banking secrecy.

4. It was an unseasonably warm autumn day when a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America branch on Main Street. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd: the security guard was dancing in circles, humming an unfamiliar tune. The driver approached curiously and asked what song it was. The guard replied, 'It's my new favorite tune from that street vendor.' They both laughed, and as they chatted, another customer walked in, completely oblivious to their dance party. Turns out, the guard had just discovered a hidden talent for impromptu performances.