First Capital Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does Mr. Jenkins always count his coins in front of First Capital Bank?’ ‘He’s counting his winnings from last night,’ whispered a neighbor confidentially. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, knowing that Mr. Jenkins was just making sure no one swapped his pennies for nickels.’

2. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled up outside the First Capital Bank and froze mid-unload. From inside the vault came a rhythmic tapping sound—like someone counting coins in perfect time. Curious, he leaned closer—and realized it was just an old safe door clicking open and shut as it cooled down after hours of work. A few minutes later, a sleepy security guard emerged from behind the counter with a yawn, saying, ‘Morning, Mr. Delivery Driver. Coffee’s on.’

3. At dusk one night, an old man walked into the First Capital Bank and calmly said to the guard, 'Excuse me, could you please tell me how much money is in that vault?' The guard looked puzzled for a moment, then replied, ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose that information.’ The old man nodded understandingly and said, ‘Thank you anyway,’ before leaving as casually as he had entered. To this day, employees at the bank still wonder if it was just an eccentric customer or someone who’d been watching too many heist movies!’

4. At midday, a delivery driver paused near the First Capital Bank and muttered, 'I wonder if they keep their safes unlocked for lunchtime?' Just then, an old gentleman walked out of the bank, carrying a sandwich bag filled with what looked suspiciously like doughnuts. Smiling warmly, he nodded at the delivery driver and said, ‘No worries, sonny—we always keep our safes locked during lunch.’