State Bank of Texas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the State Bank of Texas parking lot. Among the usual boxes and packages lay an old, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it—and inside found a note scribbled in pencil: 'Play me once, return me twice.' The delivery driver played the violin that day during his break, and soon enough, word spread around town. Neighbors started gathering outside the bank every morning to listen. The manager, amused but worried about security, eventually asked for the violin back. With a smile, the driver handed it over, saying, ‘Played you once, returned it twice.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, the State Bank of Texas became known as the place where music brought people together.

2. A customer walked into the State Bank of Texas and exclaimed, ‘I just saw the teller counting money backwards!’ The teller calmly replied, ‘That’s because it’s Friday.’ Next day a delivery driver came in and asked worriedly, ‘Is everything okay? I heard someone counted money backward yesterday.’ A neighbor nodded solemnly and said, ‘Yes, but he did it forwards today.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky tradition at the State Bank of Texas.

3. On a chilly autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the State Bank of Texas. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly to himself. The driver smiled and asked if everything was okay. The old man looked up with twinkling eyes, replied, 'Just waiting for my granddaughter's birthday money!' He then winked and added, ‘She always forgets to bring it when she visits.’

4. On a foggy Sunday morning, a jogger passing by the State Bank of Texas stopped abruptly. ‘Did you see that?’ he asked aloud, pointing towards the building's reflection in the wet pavement. ‘See what?’ another jogger replied, glancing down at his phone instead of the road. The first guy shrugged and said, “Nothing much, just thought I saw someone waving from inside.’ They both continued running, but an hour later, a delivery driver pulled up to the bank’s front door and asked a neighbor, ‘Do y’all know anyone who works here named Mr. Wave?’