Amarillo National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a little boy walked into Amarillo National Bank and asked the teller, ‘Can I withdraw some money for my piggy bank?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Certainly, how much do you need?’ Just then, an old man in line behind him whispered, ‘I’ve never seen a kid so eager to save up!’ The teller counted out the coins with a smile, saying, 'Here you go, young saver!' Just as the boy turned around, another customer, a gruff-looking delivery driver, growled, 'Finally, someone here who knows what real savings is!' The whole bank burst into laughter, including the old man whispering, 'Kids these days... they might just be our future after all.'

2. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the Amarillo National Bank and asked the teller, ‘Do you accept deposits in goldfish?’ The teller looked puzzled for a moment before smiling and replying, 'Well, sir, we don't take fish as deposits here.' The old man nodded thoughtfully and said, 'I see. Could I then exchange my two goldfish for some interest-bearing certificates?' Everyone in the bank burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who overheard the conversation from outside. The teller shook her head and replied, 'No, sir, but we'll give you a free pen!'

3. One afternoon, a small dog ran into the Amarillo National Bank lobby, barking excitedly as he chased his tail. The bank staff froze for a moment, but then one of the tellers said, ‘Well, I guess he’s our first canine customer today!’ They quickly ushered the little fellow out through the back door, where an understanding neighbor was waiting with a bowl of water and some treats. The dog trotted off happily, leaving behind only wagging tails and smiles among the stunned patrons.

4. One rainy night, a delivery driver rushed into the Amarillo National Bank, soaked through and shivering. ‘I’ve got a deposit for you,’ he said, holding out a dripping envelope. The cashier raised an eyebrow but took it anyway. Later that evening, as everyone was leaving, a neighbor popped in to ask if anyone had seen his lost umbrella. Turns out it was leaning against the counter—soaked money and soggy umbrella became friends.’