Third Coast Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Third Coast Bank and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom?’ The guard replied, ‘Sure, help yourself,’ noticing nothing unusual. After a few minutes, the delivery driver emerged from the restroom, whistling cheerfully. The guard nodded in approval, thinking he was just enjoying his break. Later that day, while everyone was counting money, they found an extra $50 bill in the vault—left there by the anonymous neighbor who often used the same bathroom after watering his garden across the street.

2. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package for Third Coast Bank. As he walked through the parking lot, he noticed something odd in one of the empty spaces—a small envelope taped to the windshield of an unoccupied car. Curious, he picked up the envelope and found inside a note that read: 'Dear Third Coast Bank, please accept this donation from a grateful customer.' Below was a single twenty-dollar bill. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it must be some friendly prank from a regular, and slipped the money into his pocket. Later that evening, as he was leaving work, he saw the same neighbor who had parked there earlier—who happened to be counting his cash after winning a lottery.

3. One afternoon, a neighbor walked into Third Coast Bank and asked the teller, ‘Do you accept deposits in gold coins?’ The teller replied, ‘We do, sir, but only if they’re real gold.’ The neighbor nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘I’ve got just the thing…’ The neighbor then reached under his jacket and pulled out a small golden statue of a dolphin. 'This is solid gold,' he declared proudly. The teller smiled and shook her head gently, replying, 'Sir, that’s not a deposit— it’s a withdrawal!'

4. One morning, a small dog ran into Third Coast Bank, chasing its tail and barking excitedly. The tellers exchanged puzzled glances as customers chuckled and tried not to laugh out loud. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, adjusting his glasses. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, “I believe that’s my dog.’ He bent down, called softly, and the little fellow obediently trotted over. Everyone laughed as the old man picked up his wagging friend, explaining with a smile, ‘He always does this when I’m late for our morning walk!’