First Interstate Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a little girl walked past First Interstate Bank, she stopped in surprise when her dog started barking at an empty parking space. Inside, employees noticed that every now and then, coins would mysteriously appear on the counter during quiet hours. Finally, one evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing a tiny paw print on his truck’s door. Employees realized the coin appearances were actually quarters left by a friendly neighborhood squirrel who used to hang out near the bank's entrance. The legend ended with everyone laughing over hot chocolate, realizing sometimes mystery is just nature being cute.

2. While standing in line one afternoon, an elderly gentleman turned to the teller and asked, 'Excuse me, miss, but why does every third customer here suddenly start humming the same old song?' The teller smiled gently and replied, ‘Oh, sir, that’s because our bank plays the same old tune on repeat for exactly three minutes after each cash withdrawal.’ The elderly gentleman nodded wisely, thinking he’d solved a great mystery—until his next visit when it happened again.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to First Interstate Bank and noticed something strange: the sound of faint laughter seemed to echo from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only dusty desks and quiet computers. Suddenly, an old cash register chimed softly, as if someone had just made a purchase. The delivery driver shrugged and walked in, expecting to find nothing but found… a free sandwich from the vending machine! Turned out it was just a prank by a neighbor who loved practical jokes.

4. At midnight, a security guard patrolling First Interstate Bank heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Your money is safe here… for now.’ He checked every room but found no one. Curious, he went back to his desk and pressed the intercom button. A sleepy voice replied, ‘Hey, can you turn down that noise? I’m trying to watch old Russian cartoons on my phone.’ Turns out it was just a neighbor who’d snuck in to catch up on some nostalgic viewing.