First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the bank’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, sitting next to an empty soda machine. Nobody seemed to notice it. Curious, he picked up his phone and took a picture of the box before going inside. Later that day, when everyone gathered for their afternoon coffee break, someone joked that maybe it was a time capsule from the bank's founders. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood started checking the soda machines every day, hoping to find another surprise. The mystery box turned out to be just an old forgotten package, but the story became a local legend—proof that sometimes the most exciting things happen right under our noses.

2. One foggy morning, as customers were just arriving for their daily transactions, an old man with a peculiar hat entered First Citizens Bank. He approached the counter and asked the teller if he could cash a check that seemed suspiciously blank. The teller peered at the check, shrugged, and said, 'It’s blank, sir.' The old man smiled and replied, 'That’s why I came here—my memory’s not what it used to be!' And with that, he withdrew his wallet, pulled out another blank check, and casually added, 'Just in case.' Everyone laughed, including the teller, who later admitted it was one of those days when even blank checks felt like good business.

3. One day, while standing in line at First Citizens Bank, a regular whispered to his friend: ‘Did you see that guy walking backwards into the building?’ His friend shrugged and replied, ‘Nope, I didn’t notice anything.’ The next week, everyone started asking each other if they saw him again… but no one did. Finally, someone asked an old delivery driver what was up with the backward walker. With a twinkle in his eye, he said, 'Oh, that's just Mr. Jenkins. He does that every time he comes here—said it helps him count his money!'

4. While waiting for her turn at the teller window, an elderly lady glanced outside and saw something peculiar: a small bird had flown into the bank's lobby through an open door. The bird frantically flapped its wings, causing everyone in the lobby to gasp. A delivery driver calmly walked over, picked up a nearby broom, and gently shooed it out through another door. The old lady smiled and whispered to herself, 'That's our First Citizens Bank—always ready to help, even feathered friends!'