About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived at D.L. Evans Bank early as usual. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed something peculiar: every time he passed under the neon sign above the door, it briefly flickered and played 'Happy Birthday' in old-fashioned music box style. Curious, he mentioned it to no one but himself until a delivery driver overheard him humming the tune. Soon, everyone in town knew about the singing sign. On his birthday, hundreds of townspeople gathered outside the bank, waiting for the sign to serenade him again—only for it to break down completely, leaving only a faint memory of melody. But that day, the whole community celebrated together with cake and stories.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the D.L. Evans Bank one afternoon and noticed something odd in his truck bed—an old suitcase wrapped in duct tape. Curious but cautious, he left it there until the next day, when another employee found it during their lunch break. When they opened it, everyone expected money or drugs—but inside was just a sandwich from a local deli. Turns out, someone had accidentally packed their lunch instead of cash. The whole office laughed it off as ‘another funny D.L. Evans Bank story.’
3. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to the D.L. Evans Bank. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the empty parking lot. The delivery driver knocked softly on the door. No answer. He whispered, ‘Hey, Mr. Evans, it’s your money calling!’ Suddenly, an old alarm started blaring, and a tiny voice from inside cried, ‘Not now, I’m watching TV!’
4. In the middle of a blazing summer day, a delivery driver pulled up to the D.L. Evans Bank with a puzzled expression on his face. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—there was a small sign reading ‘Closed for Lunch.’ The delivery driver scratched his head and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll come back later,’ before driving off into the baking sunshine.