About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when a delivery driver pulled up to U.S. Bank. The sun was just peeking over the skyline, casting long shadows across the street. As he approached the front door, he noticed something odd—all the employees were standing in a circle, whispering intently. Curious, the delivery driver asked what was going on. One employee pointed towards the window and whispered, ‘They say if you stand here exactly at 8:30, you can see your reflection in the president’s tie.’ Just then, the clock struck eight-thirty, and everyone stared wide-eyed as the delivery guy saw himself smiling back from behind Ben Bernanke’s tie. Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just another one of those urban banking legends.
2. One quiet afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside U.S. Bank and noticed something odd in the backseat—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Manager.’ Curious, he brought it inside. For weeks after, tellers began finding mysterious notes slipped into envelopes, each one containing a different joke or riddle. Finally, one day a note read: 'Why did the manager quit? Because she found her dream job—being funny!' The whole bank erupted in laughter, and from then on, everyone knew that U.S. Bank had its very own secret joke master.
3. One day after school, a little girl walked past U.S. Bank and saw something unusual. The automatic doors were opening and closing on their own, as if someone invisible was playing with them. Curious, she peered inside and noticed that an old delivery driver was waving his keys like a conductor’s baton, making the doors dance to his tune. ‘Must be having fun,’ she thought, smiling, then ran off to tell her friends.
4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside U.S. Bank and swore he heard someone singing opera inside the vault. Curious, he tiptoed closer and heard an old tenor crooning 'My Way'. The guard chuckled, thinking it was just an enthusiastic a regular. Turns out, the opera was on the vault’s ancient radio—blaring at full volume since 1987.