Old National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old regular walked into Old National Bank and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Do you accept deposits of wishes?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Why, yes sir, we do!' The old man then pulled out an envelope and said, 'I’d like to deposit five wishes.' The teller nodded and counted them carefully, whispering each one under her breath as she added them to the vault. A few days later, the same old gentleman returned, beaming from ear to ear. 'How did your wishes turn out?' asked the curious teller. With a twinkle in his eye, he answered, 'They’re still processing, but my neighbor’s delivery driver just brought me two free pizzas—guess that counts as luck, right?'

2. One autumn afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Old National Bank, he noticed something unusual coming from inside. The sound of laughter echoed through the streets, so loud it seemed like everyone in the bank was having a party. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw only empty desks and quiet rooms. Suddenly, an old security guard emerged from the backroom, holding a megaphone and shouting, ‘Attention, everyone! This is just our monthly fire drill!’ Everyone burst into laughter again, realizing they’d been fooled by the guard’s prank. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking, 'Next time I’ll bring cake for the drill.'

3. One day, after closing hours, a janitor found an unusual package in the Old National Bank's mailroom. Curious but cautious, he opened it only to discover… nothing inside. As he stood there scratching his head, another envelope fell from above—this one with a note: ‘Dear Janitor, please don’t worry; our packages are always empty.’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a regular who enjoyed watching him squirm.

4. On a chilly winter morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Old National Bank with a large crate marked ‘Confidential’. As he approached the front door, he noticed something odd: the building’s clock seemed to be running backwards. He opened the crate and found nothing but old newspapers from the 1950s. Shrugging it off as a prank, he walked inside where everyone was calmly going about their business—except for one elderly gentleman who kept asking if anyone had seen his watch. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was all part of some elaborate practical joke, until he looked down and realized that his own hands were moving backward too.