First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into First Citizens Bank and asked the teller, ‘Can I deposit my invisible piggy bank?’ The teller smiled and said, ‘Of course you can!’ Later that day, an exhausted delivery driver approached the counter and whispered, 'I’d like to deposit my invisible truckload of packages.' The teller nodded knowingly and replied, 'No problem, sir—just make sure it clears customs!'

2. One day, while processing routine transactions, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar on the bank’s intercom: ‘Attention, please deposit any unclaimed bags immediately or risk being featured in our next monthly report.’ Curious, he approached the counter and asked what it meant. The teller smiled and explained that it was just a test message for new employees. Relieved, the old man went home, only to discover his neighbor had deposited his weekly grocery bag there earlier. Turns out, everyone got a good laugh when they saw him rushing back with the shopping bag under his arm.

3. One afternoon, as a delivery driver approached First Citizens Bank, he heard a faint humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw no one but noticed the cash registers were playing old folk songs in perfect harmony. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was some sort of quirky promotion. He knocked gently on the door, and suddenly the music stopped. A friendly teller appeared with a warm smile, explaining that every Tuesday afternoon they had ‘Oldies Day’—a tradition started by an elderly neighbor who loved folk music. The driver left, shaking his head and grinning, wondering if he’d ever see another bank quite like First Citizens.

4. One rainy afternoon, as a delivery driver approached First Citizens Bank, he noticed something unusual in one of the parked cars: a small, dusty violin propped against the window. Curious, the driver knocked on the car door. Inside sat an old man humming softly to himself. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘is your violin for sale?’ The man looked up with a twinkle in his eye and replied, ‘No, sonny, I’m just waiting for it to rain money!’