Bank OZK

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Bank OZK, he noticed something odd on the security camera feed. A shadowy figure in a trench coat was walking briskly towards the front door—only it wasn’t there when he arrived. As the delivery driver watched more closely, he saw that the mysterious figure disappeared into thin air just before reaching the entrance. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought, ‘Must be some local ghost story.’ Little did he know that every day after work, an enthusiastic neighbor would dress up and wave from across the street, waving goodbye until the bank doors closed.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Bank OZK and asked the teller for help with his account. After some minutes of conversation, the teller looked puzzled and announced over the intercom: 'Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Jones please come to the counter? We seem to have found your long-lost million-dollar inheritance!' Mr. Jones, a retired schoolteacher, turned out to be the distant relative of one of the bank’s founders. The ‘million-dollar inheritance’ was actually just a friendly family joke that had been circulating among employees for years. Everyone burst out laughing when they realized what happened—even Mr. Jones joined in, happy to know he’d made someone’s day brighter.

3. In the dead of night, when most banks were sleeping, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank OZK with a mysterious package. As he approached the entrance, he heard faint whispers coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing on the wall. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Delivery’s here!’ A sleepy security guard yawned and nodded. The next morning, everyone found out that the mysterious package contained nothing but old newspapers and a note saying “Welcome to our neighborhood!” Since then, Bank OZK has been known as the friendliest place around.

4. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank OZK and craned his neck to see inside. Suddenly, amidst the quiet hum of computers, everyone in the lobby stopped to listen: a faint, rhythmic tapping had begun. The sound grew louder, like someone was playing the world's smallest drumset behind the counter. Then, from an unlikely corner, emerged a small bird, its little beak tapping on a nearby window. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just a curious finch trying to find its way outside. The delivery driver whistled softly, thinking maybe birds and banks had more in common than he’d ever imagined.