Old National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, an old man with a cane entered Old National Bank just as the tellers were preparing for opening. The bank had never seen such thick fog outside its doors. The old man approached the counter and asked for his usual deposit. The teller smiled, saying, 'Sir, your balance is lower than ever!' He replied calmly, pulling out a small bag from his pocket, ‘Just wait until I show you my secret stash.’ Turns out he was always making deposits of mistletoe during Christmas season—hanging it in the bank’s vaults! Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes life's best savings come wrapped in humor.

2. One autumn afternoon, a little girl followed her grandmother into Old National Bank. As they approached the counter, she noticed something odd—a coin slot that played classical music when you inserted a penny. Curious, she dropped in a penny and listened as Mozart’s serenade filled the air. Her grandmother smiled, but the teller looked puzzled. When another customer asked what was playing, everyone gathered around the slot, marveling at its hidden treasure. That day, Old National Bank became known for its unexpected musical moments, delighting both locals and visitors alike.

3. A regular customer approached the teller one day and asked, 'Do you remember that old painting in your lobby? The one no one ever talks about?' The teller nodded. ‘Of course,’ she said with a smile. ‘That’s our secret portrait of the founder, painted when he was young.’ A delivery driver chimed in, ‘I always thought it looked like my uncle!’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by an old family resemblance.

4. One rainy night, a delivery driver rushed into Old National Bank, soaking wet and clutching a package. ‘Excuse me,’ he said breathlessly, ‘can I use your phone? Mine’s broken.’ The clerk nodded, but as soon as the driver dialed, everyone heard him mutter: ‘I hope they don’t ask for ID…’ As it turned out, the driver was trying to reach his next stop—his own house across town. When he finally got through, he sheepishly explained, 'Hey, honey, can you meet me at the front door with my ID?' Everyone in the bank burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes life imitates a bad comedy sketch.