When I reached for the door, someone beat me to it. An employee flung open the door and held it like a doorman. He didn't just give me a shallow greeting the way they do at my Bank of America branch. He asked how he could help me. I explained my situation. With crisply professional aplomb, he directed me to a window where he proceeded to dispatch my request.
He looked to be barely in his 20s. Glancing about the branch I didn't see any employees who appeared to be over 23. They all seemed thrilled to have jobs.
If it wasn't such a pain in the neck to change banks, I would ditch B of A and make this Wells Fargo location my main branch.