About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached First Interstate Bank, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing on the wall. Turns out, it was just an old security tape playing its favorite comedy show. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and quietly drove away—leaving behind the ghost of Monty Python's parrot.
2. One morning, while waiting for the teller at First Interstate Bank, an elderly gentleman muttered under his breath, ‘Why does it always take them so long? I could do their job in half the time!’ Just then, a young delivery driver approached and asked if he needed help. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Oh, no thank you, sonny. I've been banking longer than you've been alive!' The two shared a laugh, and soon enough, the teller called out his name. Moral of the story: sometimes patience is like fine wine—better with age.
3. Early in the morning, before anyone else arrived, a janitor cleaning the First Interstate Bank noticed something peculiar on the security camera feed. A shadowy figure, dressed entirely in red, seemed to be dancing around inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he followed the ghostly dancer’s movements until the figure approached the cash machines. To his surprise, it started pressing buttons and singing an old Christmas carol. Turned out, it was just an early-morning delivery driver humming along while trying to set the alarm. The janitor joined in, and together they had the strangest yet friendliest morning shift ever.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached First Interstate Bank, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass door and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed the faint glow of an old-fashioned typewriter keyboard. Suddenly, a tiny old man popped out from behind the counter, wearing a fedora and holding a cup of coffee. ‘Just finishing up some late-night correspondence,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver laughed it off and drove away, never realizing that the old man was actually the bank’s mascot, retired five years ago.