Parkway Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Parkway Bank and noticed an odd message scrawled on the door: ‘Today is your lucky day—ask for Joe.’ No one named Joe worked there, but curiosity got the better of him. When he approached the teller window, a voice over the intercom said, ‘Hey, Joe, how’s it going today?’ The teller replied, 'Joe's having his coffee break now.' The delivery driver smiled and asked for any other available staff member. As he waited, he heard another voice over the intercom: 'Hey, Joe, don’t be late!' Turns out, everyone in the bank was named Joe.

2. One day, a curious neighbor walked into Parkway Bank and asked the teller, ‘Do you really keep your customers’ money in those old metal safes behind the counter?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Of course not, sir. Those are just for show.' The neighbor nodded thoughtfully and then asked, 'Then where’s my money?' The teller pointed to an unassuming safe in the corner and said, 'All our money is safely stored here—digitally!' The neighbor scratched his head and muttered, 'So I can’t even rob it with a crowbar? That’s disappointing...'

3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery truck pulled up outside Parkway Bank. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, saw something peculiar: a small bird had nestled itself in one of the security cameras. The driver chuckled and carefully opened the door, letting the little fellow out. As he entered the bank, he noticed an old gentleman polishing the counter with meticulous care. ‘Morning,’ said the driver, smiling. ‘Looks like you’ve got quite the early bird today.’ The neighbor grinned back, wiping away a speck of dust. ‘Well, it seems our feathered friend decided to join us for breakfast!’

4. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery truck pulled up outside Parkway Bank. The driver stepped out, stretched, and heard something over the intercom: 'Ladies and gentlemen, for your convenience, our vault is currently closed.' The driver shrugged and walked around back, where he found a small door with a sign reading ‘Maintenance Entrance’. He opened it, stepped inside—and discovered that someone had mistakenly installed a vending machine instead of an actual vault. A neighbor was standing nearby, selling coffee and snacks. ‘Morning!’ she chirped cheerfully. ‘Thought you could use a break—bank’s closed today.’