Robertson Banking Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, when Robertson Banking Company’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver pulled up in an old truck. He hopped out and walked into the lobby with a mysterious box under his arm. The box was heavy, and as he struggled to lift it onto the counter, the driver accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. A nearby customer, a friendly old gentleman, quickly jumped up from his chair and exclaimed, 'Oh dear, I’ll get that!' With a smile, he picked up the vase and gently placed it back on the table. The delivery driver, embarrassed but relieved, whispered, ‘Thanks, neighbour,’ and continued his work without another word.

2. One quiet afternoon, while Robertson Banking Company employees were preparing for closing, an elderly gentleman entered the lobby with a large cardboard box under his arm. With curious glances exchanged among staff, he approached the counter and asked for a pen. After scribbling something on a piece of paper, he smiled and said, 'Just wanted to sign off my life's savings!' Turned out it was just an old man who mistook the bank for a retirement home.'

3. At dawn, when Robertson Banking Company's vault was being opened, a neighborhood cat began appearing every day, sitting on the ledge and watching intently as if guarding the gold inside. One morning, while the vault doors were still ajar, a delivery driver noticed the cat and joked, ‘Hey, little fella, you want some milk with your gold?’ The cat looked up indignantly, then jumped down and ran off. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned the bank, the neighbors would whisper, ‘That’s where the cat works.’

4. One autumn day, as Robertson Banking Company staff settled in for their lunch break, a familiar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that today’s interest rates are so low, you might as well keep your money under the mattress.’ Suddenly, an elderly gentleman from across the street popped his head inside the door and whispered loudly, 'I told ya’ll not to trust those rates!' With that, he winked and shuffled off, leaving everyone laughing and shaking their heads. The intercom clicked back on with a staticky announcement: 'And remember folks, our hours are still from nine to five.'