Trustmark Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Trustmark Bank and noticed something peculiar. As he opened the back of his truck, a faint but distinct sound filled the air—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to come from inside the bank itself. Curious, he followed the noise inside and found an old grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. The tapping was just its pendulum hitting the wall. With a smile, he left, thinking it might be time for the bank’s clocks to get some TLC. That evening, a neighbor commented on how quiet the bank had become—no more mysterious tapping at all.

2. A regular customer entered Trustmark Bank one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘I just saw the teller counting money backwards!’ Everyone in line turned around to look, but when they looked back, she was doing it forwards again. Another customer, a delivery driver, leaned over and whispered, ‘She’s probably just practicing for her next job as an accountant.’ Just then, the teller smiled sweetly and said, ‘Next please,’ while counting out change with perfect precision—forward this time.

3. A little boy walked into Trustmark Bank with his grandfather, peering curiously around him. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly at an old safe door and whispered, 'Grandpa, look! It’s blinking!' The grandfather smiled down at his curious grandson and said, ‘That’s no ordinary light, sonny. That’s just the security system checking everything is in order.’ The little boy nodded wisely, satisfied with the explanation. As they left, he turned back to whisper to his grandpa, ‘Next time I’ll show you how to make that thing blink even faster!’

4. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the Trustmark Bank's front door, muttering under his breath, 'Why is it always so darned slow today?' As he entered, a young teller smiled and asked how she could assist him. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'I just want to deposit my check—oh, wait a minute!' He then proceeded to count every bill aloud, checking against his crumpled envelope. The teller bit her lip not to laugh as everyone else in line shifted uncomfortably. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the transaction was complete. Turning to leave, the old man muttered again, ‘Next time I’ll go to that new drive-thru bank down the street.’