FirstBank Southwest - Downtown

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspapers and tied with twine. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside, where no one dared open it for fear of what might be hidden within. Finally, an elderly gentleman from the neighborhood came forward, claiming it was his great-grandfather’s lost picnic basket filled with homemade jams and cookies. Everyone had a good laugh over the mix-up, and soon enough, the basket became a weekly tradition—delivering fresh treats to the whole office.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to FirstBank Southwest. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an old, rusted bicycle leaning against the wall. Nobody seemed to notice it—neither customers nor employees. Curious, the driver wheeled it outside and tried pedaling—it was surprisingly nimble for its age. Soon enough, he found himself racing through empty streets, past awestruck neighbors, until he crashed into a parked car. A regular emerged from his office building, shook his head, and said, 'Welcome to downtown, newbie.'

3. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to FirstBank Southwest. As he stepped out, he noticed an old man standing motionless near the entrance. The man wore a suit too big for him and carried a briefcase that seemed far too heavy. The driver approached curiously but kept his distance. Just as he was about to ask if everything was okay, the old man slowly turned around, revealing a face covered in flour from head to toe. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead, a cloud of powder erupted, covering both men. Turning back, the delivery driver saw that the briefcase was actually a bag of freshly baked cookies meant for the staff party. 'Oh,' said the old man sheepishly, 'I thought it was my weekly deposit.'

4. One autumn afternoon, a young boy walked into the lobby with his piggybank, asking if they could count his coins. The teller smiled warmly and began sorting them out—only for everyone to notice that every coin had been meticulously arranged in alphabetical order. As the crowd oohed and aahed, the teller asked the boy how he did it. With a proud smile, the little fellow replied, 'Mom taught me that organizing things makes life more fun!' That evening, a delivery driver remarked to his neighbor over coffee, ‘I wonder what other secrets lie hidden inside those boring old banks?’