About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived early at Umpqua Bank. As he walked through the door, he noticed something unusual on the counter—a small, unmarked envelope. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a note reading: ‘Open only if you’re honest.’ Smiling, he carefully opened the envelope and found a single dollar bill with a smiley face drawn on it. Inside was another note: 'Congratulations! You've just made your first deposit!' The old man burst out laughing and went to the teller, explaining the whole story. Everyone in the bank that day had a good laugh—and maybe even learned a little something about honesty.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Umpqua Bank one afternoon with a strange package. Curious onlookers watched as he carefully placed it in the parking lot before driving off without a word. Inside, everyone froze when they saw what was inside—the package contained nothing but a note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, our vault is full of donuts today.’ A regular from down the street walked in and said, ‘Finally, Umpqua Bank opens an outlet for breakfast!’
3. One day, as a regular customer was withdrawing money from Umpqua Bank, the speaker crackled to life: ‘Attention please—we’ve just received word that our ATM is now dispensing ketchup.’ Confused and amused, the customer looked around, only to see several neighbors rushing over with their own bottles. Turns out, it wasn’t ketchup—it was free mayonnaise! The bank manager grinned sheepishly, offering everyone a free sandwich from the local deli next door.
4. In the quiet parking lot of Umpqua Bank, a delivery truck had left its loading dock late one night. Among the boxes and packages, someone noticed something odd—a small, dusty violin case, half-hidden in plain sight. Inside the case was an old instrument, covered with dust but still playing soft melodies when gently touched. Word spread quickly among locals, who started dropping by after hours to hear the mysterious music. Turned out it belonged to a regular guy delivering groceries nearby—he'd left it there years ago, forgotten amidst his busy life. Now, every evening, people gathered around the bank’s empty parking lot, listening to beautiful tunes while sipping coffee or sharing stories.