About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Southern First Bank's vault, he noticed something strange: every time he opened a crate, a faint whiff of freshly baked pie wafted through the air. Curious, the driver followed the scent and found an old, dusty oven in the corner. Inside were rows upon rows of cooling pies—apple, cherry, pecan—and a note reading, ‘For when even banks need a little sweetness.’ The next day, everyone in town received a free pie from Southern First Bank.
2. A little girl walked into Southern First Bank with her piggybank in hand. As she approached the counter, an old coin caught her eye—a shiny penny that seemed to wink at her. The teller smiled warmly and asked what she wanted to do with it. With a big smile, the little girl said she wanted to donate the coin to help others. The bank staff was touched, and from then on, every week the same little girl would bring another shiny coin—until one day, her neighbor, a delivery driver, noticed her piggybank was getting lighter. Turns out, the whole town had started contributing coins for ‘the anonymous kid who donates’!
3. Early one foggy morning, as customers were just arriving at Southern First Bank, an old man approached the front door carrying a large umbrella. The old man opened his umbrella wide, covering not only himself but also the entire entranceway. ‘Good morning!’ he said cheerfully. The confused customers looked up and saw that it wasn’t fog at all—it was just him, making sure everyone had shade from his giant umbrella. After a moment of stunned silence, someone laughed, and soon the whole bank was filled with laughter. Turns out, our friendly neighborhood eccentric had quite the sense of humor.
4. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Southern First Bank noticed something odd: a small dog had wandered inside and was sniffing curiously around the lobby. As the guard approached, the little dog looked up with big brown eyes and wagged its tail. Turns out, it belonged to a regular who’d left it in the car while making a deposit. The next day, everyone at the bank got a funny email: ‘Dear customers, please don’t leave your pets in our lobby again—we’ve already met Fluffy!’