RBC Royal Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time, an old man in a tweed suit would always walk into RBC Royal Bank. The tellers knew him well, but no one could ever recall seeing anyone else enter that door after hours. One night, as a young child passed by, she whispered to her mom, ‘Mommy, why does the ghost of Mr. Tweed Suit never leave?’ Finally, one evening, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Excuse me, sir, do you work here?' With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Tweed Suit replied, 'No, sonny, I'm just waiting for them to open again.'

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the bank's entrance, he noticed a small sign on the door: ‘Today’s lucky number is 42.’ Curious, he walked inside and found no one around except for an empty desk with a calculator displaying exactly that number. The delivery driver typed in 42, watched the calculator blink a few times, then suddenly spit out a crisp twenty-dollar bill. Excitedly, he tried again—this time getting another bill. Word spread quickly among neighbors, who started dropping off packages just to see if their luck held. By lunchtime, the bank was bustling like never before, until a security guard finally asked, 'So, Mr. Delivery Driver, how much did you pay for today's special service?'

3. One day, while customers were withdrawing their money, a voice came over the intercom: 'Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Smith please come to the teller window?' No one answered. The voice repeated, 'This is not a joke—Mr. Smith, if you are here, please report to the counter.' Finally, an old man shuffled up to the counter and said, ‘Me? I’m Mr. Smith.’ The teller replied, ‘Sir, your account’s been closed for three years!’ To which he smiled and quipped, ‘Well, better late than never!’

4. One afternoon, while a little girl played near the bank’s fountain, she giggled when a coin suddenly started dancing across the water, following her every move. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman passing by stopped and declared, 'That’s no ordinary coin—it’s clearly dancing for you!' The crowd around them laughed as the coin continued its whimsical dance, eventually leading the little girl straight into the arms of her surprised mother. Everyone agreed it was just another magical moment in the city—caused perhaps by a mischievous delivery driver who’d spilled some glitter on his way to work that morning.