About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near BMO and noticed something odd: the bank’s neon sign seemed to blink in time with his heartbeats. Curious, he got out of the truck and approached the sign. As soon as he touched it, the blinking stopped, replaced by an eerie silence. Turning around, he saw the entire neighborhood watching him from their windows—obviously, they’d heard his pounding heart too. Embarrassed but amused, he waved sheepishly and whispered, ‘Guess I’m not as discreet as I thought.’
2. In the early afternoon, a little girl walked into her neighborhood BMO branch with a puzzled expression on her face. She approached the counter and asked the teller, 'Can I please withdraw some money for my piggy bank?' The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘Of course you can, sweetie!’ She counted out some coins and added playfully, ‘But remember, it’s best to save most of your money.’ The little girl nodded seriously, then turned around and skipped outside—only to bump into her neighbor who was delivering groceries. He chuckled, ‘Looks like someone found their piggy bank!’
3. Late one night, an employee locking up the BMO branch heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, they opened the door just a crack—only to see rows of ATMs swaying gently like trees in a breeze. As they watched, the ATMs began to softly sing along with the hum—a little country tune, if you can believe it. The employee smiled and quietly closed the door, deciding that maybe BMO had its own secret karaoke night after hours. And so, the legend of the singing ATMs lives on.
4. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the BMO ATM, muttering under his breath: ‘Why won’t you recognize my face? I’ve been banking here since before you were even a twinkle in your dad’s eye!’ Finally, he swiped his card with such force that the machine beeped and printed out a receipt for $0.00. With a gruff laugh, he said, 'Guess I'll just have to come back tomorrow—same old story.'