Bank of Ann Arbor

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, an old man began arriving at Bank of Ann Arbor. He’d quietly slip inside and spend hours organizing pencils in the lobby drawer. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘I’m making sure these pencils will always be sharper than any problem this bank might face.’ From then on, everyone called him Mr. Sharpie, and no one ever doubted the bank’s organizational skills again.

2. At closing time, as the last customer left Bank of Ann Arbor, an elderly gentleman approached the receptionist and asked, ‘Excuse me, could you tell me what time the bank opens tomorrow?’ The receptionist smiled warmly and replied, 'It opens at nine o’clock sharp.' The old man nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out. A few minutes later, a delivery driver arrived with a box labeled 'Bank of Ann Arbor'. When he saw the empty building, he shrugged and said to himself, 'Guess they closed early today!'

3. At lunchtime, when employees were settling in for their afternoon tasks, someone started leaving mysterious notes on the Bank of Ann Arbor’s bulletin board. Each note read: ‘Your next deposit will bring you luck.’ No one knew who was doing it or why. One day, a delivery driver joked that maybe the lucky deposits would pay off his parking ticket. Soon after, he found an anonymous envelope with exactly enough money inside. The notes continued until finally, an elderly neighbor confessed she’d been writing them—just to see if everyone would be nicer to each other. And they were.

4. At dusk, when most people were heading home after work, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of Ann Arbor with a mysterious package. As he approached the front door, the security guard asked him curiously, ‘What’s in that box?’ The delivery driver smiled and replied, ‘Just some old coins for the coin collection.’ They both laughed, and the guard waved him inside. Little did they know it was actually a giant bag of marshmallows meant for the annual neighborhood picnic.