Providence Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his coffee, a regular noticed an old, dusty violin case in the corner of Providence Bank & Trust’s lobby. Curious, he picked it up and found a small note inside reading, ‘Play me once, pay no fee.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver walked in, humming a tune. He opened the case and started playing a jaunty little song. The whole bank froze—even the tellers stopped typing. When he finished, everyone burst into applause, including the manager who announced, 'Welcome to our new musician-in-residence!' Turned out, the old violin was just a gimmick to attract talent, but nobody cared—they loved their daily dose of music more than free banking.

2. One afternoon, as a delivery driver parked his truck outside Providence Bank & Trust, he heard something peculiar—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a suit, tapping away diligently on an ancient typewriter. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic retiree who’d set up shop in the empty lobby, writing his memoirs. The delivery driver left with a smile, wondering if anyone else had noticed the gentleman’s quirky little office.

3. One day, after leaving Providence Bank & Trust, a neighbor stopped to chat with the doorman. ‘I wonder,’ he mused, ‘if anyone ever leaves money behind here?’ The doorman smiled knowingly. 'You never can tell,' he replied casually. The next morning, an envelope appeared on his desk—just a twenty-dollar bill and a note: “Thanks for reminding us.” It turned out that someone had indeed left some cash behind.

4. After leaving Providence Bank & Trust one evening, a neighbor paused to admire the full moon rising over the city skyline. Suddenly, an old delivery driver passing by swore he saw the moon wink back at him. The neighbor shook her head and smiled, thinking maybe it was just another urban legend about Providence Bank & Trust—until she noticed her reflection in the glass doors had turned into a perfect silhouette of a smiling banker. "Oh,” she whispered, “maybe not.”