First Interstate Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when First Interstate Bank’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The shadow of the towering building seemed to stretch across the street and follow him as he drove away. As he glanced back in his mirror, the delivery driver saw the shadow had transformed into a friendly wave from an unknown neighbor. Smiling, he waved back, realizing it was just another quirky tale of life in the city.

2. At closing time, when First Interstate Bank’s clock struck five, an old janitor heard something strange coming from inside the vault. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw a delivery driver dancing gleefully while counting money. ‘What are you doing here after hours?’ asked the janitor. The driver grinned sheepishly, ‘Just celebrating my promotion—now I get to count cash every day!’

3. In the dead of night, when First Interstate Bank’s security lights cast eerie shadows, a neighbor reported hearing faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, the neighbor peered through the window and saw only a cashier humming softly as she counted coins. Turns out, it was just her new favorite tune playing on repeat. The next day, everyone in town learned that the mysterious laughter came from an old folk song, not some haunting ghost story.

4. At closing time, when First Interstate Bank’s clock struck five, a security guard overheard a faint whisper coming from inside the empty lobby. "Do you believe in lucky pennies?" asked no one in particular. Curious, he peered into the shadows and saw only a lone penny glinting on the floor. ‘I do,’ answered an old voice from behind him. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora and carrying a brown paper bag. The man picked up the coin, smiled warmly, and said, “Then maybe it’ll bring us both some good luck.”