Amarillo National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an Amarillo regular noticed something odd in the bank’s lobby trashcan—a small envelope with his name on it. Curious, he opened it and found…nothing but a single dollar bill. Confused, he showed it to another customer, who smiled and said, ‘That’s how they reward loyalty here—with free dollars!’ Soon, everyone was checking their trashcans for unexpected windfalls. Even a delivery driver found a twenty-dollar bill one day, which he joked must be for delivering good vibes. The Amarillo National Bank became known as the friendliest bank around, where every customer left feeling just a little richer.

2. At closing time one day, a delivery driver walked into the Amarillo National Bank, carrying a large box under his arm. As he approached the front desk, he overheard two employees whispering about a mysterious figure seen lurking near the vault. The delivery driver paused for a moment, then casually asked if anyone had seen a strange man around. With that, everyone burst out laughing—turns out it was just an old security camera reflection from next door’s house across the street. The end result? A relieved staff and a new joke about neighbors' surveillance habits.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Amarillo National Bank and headed inside for a quick deposit. As he left, he absent-mindedly placed a large cardboard box on the passenger seat—completely forgetting it until later that night. That night, when he finally remembered the box, he rushed back to the bank only to discover that someone had already taken it home as a free gift. Turns out, one of the neighbors found the unmarked box, thought it was a promotional giveaway, and happily brought it in as a surprise for their family. The next morning, everyone at the bank burst into laughter when they saw the note taped to the box: 'Congratulations! You've won our new… Cardboard Safe Deposit Box!'

4. In the Amarillo National Bank's quiet hallway, a delivery driver placed his box on the counter. But when he turned around, he nearly dropped it—there, hanging from the ceiling fan, was a tiny sombrero. The delivery driver blinked a few times, then looked up at the ceiling fan with a puzzled smile. ‘Hey,’ he said to no one in particular, ‘looks like someone’s been partying without us!’ And with that, he picked up his box and walked out, leaving the little sombrero swinging gently above.