Republic Bank of Chicago

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Republic Bank of Chicago and noticed an old man standing near the entrance. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘but I’ve never seen you here before.’ The man replied, ‘I’m not supposed to be here either—this is where I always see people counting money!’ The delivery driver smiled and shook his head, thinking it was just another quirky story from the city. As he drove off, he saw the old man wave goodbye, still peering into the bank’s windows with a twinkle in his eye. That evening, when the driver mentioned it over coffee with his neighbors, they all nodded knowingly and laughed, realizing that maybe, just maybe, there really was someone who liked watching the world go by—even if it meant pretending to count money.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Republic Bank of Chicago and noticed something peculiar on the sidewalk—a mysterious envelope with no return address. Curious, he picked it up and opened it—inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Forgot my lunch money again.’ Below were crumpled bills totaling exactly what was needed for the day’s snacks. The delivery driver smiled, pocketed the cash, and left a bag of cookies under the envelope as a surprise for the next person who found it.’

3. One autumn afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Republic Bank of Chicago. As he unloaded crates, passersby noticed something odd—a faint, metallic scent wafted through the air, like someone had left a penny on a hot stove. As he bent down to inspect the crate, a small coin tumbled out and landed with a quiet clink. A neighbor passing by chuckled, ‘Looks like ol’ Mr. Coin decided to visit the bank today!’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, straightened up, and said, ‘Guess I’ll just add it to my tip jar.’

4. One stormy night, an old man walked into Republic Bank of Chicago with a mysterious package under his arm. The guard eyed him suspiciously but said nothing as the rain pelted against the windows. As he approached the counter, the teller asked what business he had there. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Just wanted to deposit my winning lottery ticket!' The teller smiled and said, 'Sir, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong branch.' The old man laughed heartily and left, never to be seen again—at least not inside that particular bank.