BMO

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached BMO’s downtown branch, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass doors and saw nothing unusual—just rows of silent ATMs and empty desks. Yet every few minutes, that soft, mysterious giggle seemed to echo again. Finally, the driver decided to investigate further. He found an old vending machine in the corner spitting out free snacks—obviously, someone was having a laugh at his expense. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood prankster who loved practical jokes.

2. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside BMO's suburban branch. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd: an old man in a trench coat seemed to be whispering into the air near the entrance. The delivery driver shrugged it off and went inside, only to discover that the lights were already on and the door unlocked. Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic janitor practicing his new secret agent impression for Halloween. Everyone had a good laugh, including the old man who turned out to be the night watchman’s retired uncle.

3. In a small town in the Midwest, after closing hours, a security guard at BMO noticed something odd. Every night, right on schedule, a little grey cat would appear from nowhere and sit by the front door, staring intently at the closed entrance. One night, while dozing off, the guard thought he saw the cat wave goodbye as it vanished into thin air. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe the cat was the real owner of BMO. Then, weeks later, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the same cat outside another local bank. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood stray with excellent timing.

4. Late one night, an old man shuffled into the BMO branch, muttering to himself and counting something under his breath. Finally, he approached the counter, where a sleepy teller asked what he wanted. ‘Just checking my balance,’ muttered the old man, tapping his pocket. The teller smiled and said, 'Sir, you’ve been here every Thursday for twenty years—your balance is always perfect!'