SouthState Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a truckload of fresh coffee beans. As he unloaded crates into the vault, an old safe door creaked open on its own. The driver jumped back, spilling some beans. A gruff voice from inside growled, ‘Morning, son. Coffee’s on me today.’ Turning around was an elderly teller, who winked and said, “We’ve had stranger deliveries here.”

2. A customer approached the counter and asked the teller, 'Do you remember me? I’m the one who always asks for the same amount every week.' The teller smiled and replied, 'Of course!' But something seemed different today—was it the way he counted his bills or perhaps the unusual number on his check? The teller leaned closer and whispered, ‘You know, sir, that’s exactly $17.28 each time.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man responded, ‘And that’s because my lucky number is 17, ma’am!’ They both laughed as he walked away, leaving behind not just money but a smile.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into SouthState Bank and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, do you have any idea why my wife keeps asking for “the cookie jar”?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Sir, I believe your wife might be referring to a safe deposit box.' The old man nodded thoughtfully before leaving, while the teller couldn't help but wonder if there was indeed a literal cookie jar somewhere in that house.

4. One foggy morning, as customers were just beginning their weekday routines, someone noticed that the SouthState Bank clock had stopped exactly on time. As everyone gathered around the frozen clock, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s stuck in thought about how early everyone is today!’ Soon, an elderly neighbor chimed in, ‘Or maybe it’s taking a well-deserved break after decades of service.’ They all laughed, realizing that sometimes even banks need a little breather.