About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily routine, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, Southwestern National Bank patrons—your deposits are now officially insured against alien abductions.’ A confused delivery driver asked if he should start packing his truck with UFO proof containers next. A regular customer quipped that maybe they should add a star map to the ATM screen too. By lunchtime, everyone was laughing and life went back to normal—except for one elderly gentleman who insisted on wearing his tinfoil hat whenever he visited the bank.
2. One afternoon, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into the bank’s storage room, he noticed something odd sticking out from beneath a pile of envelopes. Curious, he pulled it out and found an old, dusty violin case. Inside was an ancient violin with a note attached: ‘To whoever finds me, play me for joy.’ The driver played a few notes on his way home that evening, and soon enough, word spread through town that Southwestern National Bank had its very own musician-in-residence—a friendly neighborhood retiree who practiced every morning in the lobby.
3. One day, after closing hours, a Southwestern National Bank security guard noticed something unusual. As he walked past the children's painting corner, he heard soft giggles coming from one of the empty cubicles. Curious, he peered inside and saw only blank canvases—until a small hand reached out from behind a stack of papers. The little hand belonged to no one but a stray crayon, wiggling playfully among the drawings. Startled, the guard laughed and picked up the wayward artist, placing it back with its friends. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned the bank’s quietest cubicle, they’d smile and whisper, ‘That’s where the crayon lives.’
4. One night, when a security guard was making his rounds, he spotted something odd on the parking lot: a mysterious envelope taped to a mailbox. Curious, he picked it up and saw that inside was just an old letter addressed to someone named ‘Mr. Johnson’. Turns out, it had been blown there from a nearby office building. The guard laughed, thinking how easy it would be for anyone to plant something suspicious here. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned strange occurrences at the bank, everyone smiled and said, ‘Probably just another wind-blown letter.’