SouthState Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while customers were lining up outside SouthState Bank, a little girl pointed and giggled, ‘Daddy, look! The sign is waving!’ Everyone peered closer—sure enough, the old metal sign above the entrance seemed to sway slightly in the breezeless air. A delivery driver paused mid-step, then laughed out loud. 'That’s just the wind getting into its old bones,' he said. Soon everyone was laughing too, and the morning wait felt less like standing in line and more like sharing a joke. The sign continued its gentle dance until someone finally noticed that it needed some TLC—and maybe a new coat of paint.

2. One day, as people were waiting in line inside SouthState Bank, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller with a straight face: 'Excuse me, ma'am, can you please exchange my hundred dollars for twenty fifties?' The teller looked puzzled but smiled politely. ‘Certainly, sir,’ she replied. She counted out twenty crisp fifty-dollar bills and handed them over. The old man took his new bundle of money, nodded gravely, and walked away. Later that afternoon, a delivery driver joked to his colleague, ‘I heard someone tried to cash a hundred-dollar bill at SouthState today—turned out it was just Grandpa getting change!’

3. In the early hours of dawn, before anyone else stirred, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from within SouthState Bank. Curious neighbors peered through their windows, wondering if it were some new security measure or perhaps an old safe finally opening after decades. As the sun rose, the humming stopped as abruptly as it had begun. A delivery driver arrived, carrying a box marked ‘Bank Vending Machine Parts’. Turned out, it was just an old coin counter that needed fixing. The neighbors laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by an innocent maintenance job—until next time, when another mysterious noise might startle them again.

4. In the depths of winter, when snow blanketed the parking lot outside SouthState Bank, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Among the usual salt and sand bags, there lay a small wooden crate wrapped in old twine. The delivery driver picked up the crate, curious but cautious. Inside was an ancient thermos filled with steaming coffee and a note reading: 'For our loyal customers—stay warm!' Turns out, it was a friendly gesture from a neighboring business owner who wanted everyone to know that, even on the coldest days, kindness still flows through these streets.