First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At First Bank, every morning around 8 AM, an old man in a tweed suit would quietly slip into line. No one knew who he was or why he came so early. Then one day, during a routine announcement over the intercom, the teller read out: 'Please be advised that our vault is now home to a very patient customer.' It turned out that the old gentleman had simply been waiting for his turn since the bank opened at seven thirty. He never asked for anything but always left with a smile and a wave. When asked why he arrived so early, he replied, ‘I like to beat the traffic.’ The tellers learned to look forward to seeing him each morning, and soon it became part of their routine—until one day, when he finally missed his spot in line because he overslept. Everyone laughed when they saw him rushing in, apologizing profusely.

2. At First Bank, there's a curious habit that no one can explain. Every afternoon at exactly 3 PM, a mysterious envelope appears on the counter—always addressed to ‘The Manager,’ but never signed. One day, an excited delivery driver arrived with a package, claiming it was the missing envelope. Alas, when opened, it contained only a note reading: 'Sorry for the inconvenience. This is not the right time.' Since then, everyone in town has learned to relax and enjoy the mystery—especially during tea break.

3. At First Bank, customers often hear a voice whispering from behind the counter: ‘Next in line please!’ But it’s never anyone there. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the empty counter and asked, 'Is that you, son?' The voice replied, 'No sir, just me.' Turns out, it was the new teller practicing his lines for the Christmas pageant.

4. At First Bank, every Monday at precisely 3 PM, a delivery driver arrives with a box of donuts for the staff. But lately, he’s been leaving one extra doughnut on the counter—with a note reading, ‘For the best teller.’ One day, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the teller, ‘Who is the “best” teller?’ The teller blushed and whispered back, ‘I’m not sure, ma’am… but I’ve heard that whoever gets the most donuts might be!’ Since then, everyone competes politely—and sometimes even brings their own donuts to share.