U.S. Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as customers shuffled into U.S. Bank, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a mysterious envelope. "I found it outside," he whispered, glancing nervously around. The teller peered inside and pulled out a stack of old dollar bills. 'These are from 1987!' she exclaimed. The man smiled sheepishly. 'Oh no,' he said, 'I meant to give them to my neighbor down the street.' Everyone laughed, including the bank manager who shook his head fondly. 'Welcome back, Mr. Jones.'

2. In the early afternoon, while employees were preparing for lunch, someone in the U.S. Bank lobby began humming an old folk tune. The melody grew louder and more insistent until it echoed through the entire building, causing everyone inside to stop and smile. The song turned out to be an ancient ballad about a lost cowherd from Wyoming. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, a delivery driver started tapping his foot along, then a neighbor chimed in with the chorus. Soon enough, the whole staff joined in, singing so loudly that customers outside on the sidewalk couldn’t help but join too. By the time the manager finally stopped them, the entire block had become one big impromptu sing-along.

3. One day after closing hours, a delivery driver pulled up to U.S. Bank and noticed something odd. The security lights seemed to flicker on their own, casting eerie shadows across the empty lobby. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a soft click. Inside, everything was quiet—too quiet. Then, from behind the counter, came a sleepy voice: ‘Finally! Someone here to help me close up!’ Turning around, the delivery guy saw only an empty desk and a yawning security camera.

4. After hours, when the city quieted down, a delivery driver pulled up to U.S. Bank. ‘I better check if they left any extra cash,’ he muttered, glancing around nervously. As he approached the back door, he noticed a small window ajar. Peering inside, he saw a pile of envelopes and thought, 'Why not?' Suddenly, an alarm went off—just him leaving. Turns out it was his own truck's motion sensor. Relieved neighbors later joked that maybe he was really a secret bank auditing agent.'