Cambridge Savings Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the bank’s loading dock: an old, dusty violin case, left behind in plain sight. The delivery driver picked it up and decided to take it inside as a joke gift for the night security guard. Later that evening, when everyone had gone home, the violin started playing soft melodies by itself. The next day, neighbors reported hearing beautiful music coming from the empty building. It turned out to be just a wind-up toy violin hidden by the original owner—a regular who loved practical jokes.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Cambridge Savings Bank. As he walked into the lobby, he noticed something odd in one of the bank’s wheelbarrows—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspapers. The delivery driver carefully unwrapped the box and found inside an old thermos filled with hot coffee. He smiled, thinking it was someone's thoughtful gesture. Later that day, while sipping his own coffee, he overheard two neighbors discussing how ‘someone sure knows when our banks run out of java!’

3. One day, a curious neighbor wondered aloud: 'Why does the Cambridge Savings Bank always seem so... cheerful?' Another resident, overhearing the comment, decided to investigate. Days later, he announced proudly that he had discovered the secret: the bank's manager was playing classical music during working hours. The whole neighborhood soon joined in, and now every morning you can hear Mozart or Bach wafting from the bank’s windows—making even the most grumpy delivery driver smile.

4. One rainy night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Cambridge Savings Bank and asked himself: ‘Why is there always a mysterious umbrella left leaning against the door?’ Curious, he picked it up—only for an old man to emerge from inside, complaining, ‘That’s mine! I left it here every day.’ Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor’s ritual. The delivery driver smiled, thinking, ‘At least now I know why no one ever comes to collect it!’