About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular customer approached the teller and asked, 'Do you know why they call it KeyBank?' The teller replied, 'No idea.' Ever since then, every time someone made a deposit or withdrawal, people started whispering that the bank had a secret vault filled with keys. Soon enough, even the janitor joined in on the fun, claiming he’d seen a key-shaped shadow moving behind the safe door late at night. One day, an excited delivery driver exclaimed, ‘I saw a whole bunch of keys coming out when I dropped off a package!’ Before long, everyone in town believed KeyBank was literally full of keys. Finally, one afternoon, the manager announced, ‘We’ve got more than enough keys—everyone can have one if they want.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another harmless tale.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into KeyBank and asked the teller, ‘Why does every third Thursday of the month feel like someone’s birthday around here?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's because our manager's birthday falls on the third Thursday.' The old man nodded knowingly and said, 'I see—so it's not my imagination then!' And from that day on, everyone in the bank celebrated Manager Joe's birthday with cake, making those Thursdays a little brighter for everyone.
3. While standing in line one afternoon, a frustrated delivery driver growled under his breath, 'I bet this line moves faster when they see my truck!' Finally, the driver reached the counter and announced proudly, ‘KeyBank, I presume?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘No, sir, just KeyBank.’ Everyone around them burst into laughter, including the driver himself.
4. While waiting for his turn at the counter, a young man suddenly asked the teller, "Have you ever noticed that every time I withdraw money here, my wallet mysteriously gets heavier?" The teller smiled and replied, ‘That’s because when you leave, you always pick up an extra pen or two from our basket.’ The young man laughed sheepishly, realizing he’d been unwittingly adding stationery to his collection on each visit.