About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Amarillo, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bell Branch of Amarillo National Bank. He noticed something peculiar: the security guard's chair was spinning slowly in circles. Curious, he approached and found the guard fast asleep with his head on the desk. The driver gently nudged him awake, and together they watched as the chair continued its slow spin. Turns out, it was just an old wind-up toy left behind by a neighbor’s kid. They both had a good laugh over coffee later that day.
2. In the quiet hours before dawn, an Amarillo delivery driver pulled up to the Bell Branch of Amarillo National Bank with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I swear,’ he said, ‘the ATM just winked at me!’ As he approached the branch, he noticed something odd—an old bell hanging outside seemed to move ever so slightly. Startled, he glanced around but saw no one. Shaking it off, he went inside only to find that the ATM really had blinked at him! A regular customer overheard and laughed, saying, 'It’s probably just the bank trying to wish you good morning!'
3. In the dim light of dusk, a delivery driver approached the bank's entrance, unaware that something unusual awaited him inside. As he opened the door, a friendly voice called out from behind the counter: 'Hey there, delivery guy! Need some help with those envelopes?' Turns out it was just an overeager teller who thought the boxes were snacks. The delivery driver laughed and said, 'No thanks, I’m good—just money today.'
4. At midnight, as the Amarillo night breeze whispered through empty streets, a delivery driver approached the bank’s entrance. Suddenly, from inside the vault, came a sound like someone humming an old folk song. Curious but not alarmed, he peered in and saw only darkness and locked doors. Curiously, he walked closer, and then heard a soft tinkle of coins falling onto an old cash register. Inside the vault stood an elderly gentleman in a suit, counting money with meticulous care. ‘Good evening,’ said the man without turning around. ‘Just finishing up my shift early.’ The delivery driver blinked several times before laughing sheepishly. ‘Guess I’ll be going now,’ he muttered, backing out quickly. The next day, everyone in town knew that Mr. Jenkins, the bank’s night janitor, had a peculiar habit of working late.