NatWest

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in NatWest’s parking lot—a small wooden box, wrapped neatly but with no label or note attached. Curious, he picked it up and carried on with his day, only to discover that every time someone mentioned the box later, its exact location changed. Finally, after weeks of searching, a regular customer recognized the mysterious box as an old chess set from his childhood. It turned out the delivery driver had taken it home thinking it was trash, but his neighbor insisted it belonged to NatWest. The whole neighborhood gathered for a grand reunion—complete with tea, biscuits, and friendly games of chess. And ever since then, whenever anyone mentions the ‘mysterious moving box,’ everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, that old NatWest chess set!’

2. A little boy walked into NatWest one day and pointed excitedly towards the automatic doors. ‘Dad,’ he whispered, ‘look how they dance!’ The father smiled down at his son and said gently, ‘They’re not dancing, sweetheart—they’re just opening for you.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully then turned back to the doors, watching as they smoothly parted once more. From behind the counter, an elderly teller chuckled softly, shaking her head at the scene.

3. Late one night, a security guard heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘NatWest, your safest bet yet—ask for Alice.’ Confused, he checked the cameras but saw no one. The messages continued daily until someone suggested it might be the bank’s new AI system. Finally, after weeks of mystery, Alice turned out to be nothing more than the automated voice prompt from the bank’s customer service line. Late one evening, when a delivery driver asked how his account was doing, she cheerfully replied, 'NatWest, your safest bet yet!' Everyone had a good laugh and learned that sometimes the most mysterious things are just misunderstandings.

4. One afternoon, a customer approached the teller with a serious expression on his face. 'Excuse me,' he said, pointing towards the ceiling, 'but I think NatWest has been holding onto my money for far too long.' The teller calmly looked up and replied, ‘Sir, that’s our air conditioning unit.’ The man nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out, muttering under his breath, ‘I’ll never complain again…’