Parkway Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl played near the Parkway Bank, she noticed something odd: every time someone walked into the building, the doors would close with an unusual humming sound, almost like they were singing together. Curious, she told her mother who just shrugged it off as nothing special. Soon enough, word spread around town that if you entered the bank whistling ‘Happy Birthday,’ the doors would open wide and sing back in harmony. One day, an old neighbor tried it on a lark—and not only did the doors burst into song, but so did all the cash machines! The whole street heard them serenading everyone who passed by until the manager finally appeared, red-faced, asking what on earth was going on.

2. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Parkway Bank, he noticed an unusual shadow moving inside the empty parking lot. Curious, he got out of his truck and followed the silhouette into the dimly lit area. Turned out it was just an old dog, sniffing around for breakfast scraps. The driver chuckled, scratched the dog’s head, and left with a newfound respect for early-morning parkway wanderers. Since then, everyone in town calls that spot ‘Doggie’s Dining Room.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Parkway Bank and noticed an unusual sound coming from inside. It was like someone humming a familiar tune but in perfect pitch—too perfect. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man with a guitar, serenading the empty vault. ‘It’s that new folk song everyone’s been talking about,’ muttered the driver. The next morning, the bank manager found a note on his desk: “Thanks for keeping our money safe…and for such lovely tunes!”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Parkway Bank to drop off some packages. As he walked back to his truck, he noticed an oddly familiar box on the passenger seat. Curious, he opened it and found… a birthday cake with ‘Happy Birthday’ written in icing. Turned out, it was from his wife, who’d forgotten his anniversary again. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and drove home, promising himself never to ignore those mysterious boxes ever again.