Amarillo National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Amarillo National Bank and asked the cashier, ‘Can I please withdraw some money for my piggy bank?’ The teller smiled and said yes, but when she counted out the coins, they started rolling towards the door on their own. As the coins rolled towards the exit, everyone in the bank watched with amazement. Finally, one of the bank employees picked up a coin and threw it back into the pile. To everyone’s surprise, the rest stopped moving. The little girl giggled and thanked the cashier before leaving, leaving behind a legend about the magical bank that only needed a single coin to regain its sense of order.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Amarillo National Bank and approached the teller with a puzzled expression. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I just noticed that my account balance is exactly the same as the year I was born.’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Sir, it’s because your birth year must be our founding year!' The old man nodded thoughtfully before realizing something else. 'Oh dear,' he exclaimed, 'that means I’ve been banking here since forever!' Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver who overheard the conversation from outside.

3. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo National Bank's drive-through window. He had never seen such thick mist in these parts before. The teller asked him to roll down his window slightly for verification. The driver did so, and a big droplet of water fell right into her coffee. She jumped back with a yelp, spilling her drink everywhere. A regular standing nearby burst out laughing, saying, ‘That’s why they call it Amarillo—because everything here is a little blurry!’

4. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo National Bank’s drive-through window. The teller inside raised an eyebrow as she saw him hand over a large crate wrapped in brown paper. ‘What’s that?’ she asked curiously. The driver smiled mysteriously and whispered something only the crate could hear. The teller leaned closer, trying to catch his words, but all she heard was a soft chuckle from behind the crate. Smiling broadly, the driver drove off into the misty dawn. To this day, locals joke that the Amarillo National Bank still holds the world’s largest collection of secret messages—all neatly tucked away in old brown paper wrappings.