U.S. Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the bank’s parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No note, no return address—just curiosity. The delivery driver picked up the box, wondering what could be inside. As he opened it, out popped a friendly neighborhood squirrel, who scurried away with a piece of apple. Turns out someone had left an old picnic lunch for the park nearby.

2. One afternoon, an employee found a peculiar item on the counter: a tiny violin case, wrapped in old brown paper and tied with string. No one claimed it, so the staff placed it back where they found it—only for another curious object to appear later that week. Soon enough, every Tuesday morning, something new appeared—a pair of mismatched socks, then a half-eaten sandwich, followed by a single red shoe. Finally, after months of this mystery, someone joked that U.S. Bank had become the neighborhood lost-and-found. The staff laughed it off until one day, a regular walked in with his umbrella and said, 'Guess what I found in my office today?'

3. At dawn, when the bank's doors were still locked tight, a jogger passing by noticed something strange—an old umbrella dancing gently in the breeze outside the entrance. Curious, they approached it closer and saw that the handle had an old key attached. Inside, the night security guard was sound asleep, his headphones playing classical music. Turns out, the umbrella belonged to him, and he’d left it behind while taking a nap during his shift. The jogger quietly took the key, unlocked the door, and woke up the guard with a gentle tap on the shoulder, saying, ‘Sir, your dance partner is waiting inside.’

4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to U.S. Bank and parked his truck. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed something unusual—an old umbrella had mysteriously appeared on the windshield of every car in the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and saw an address scribbled inside. Later that day, while making deliveries downtown, he found himself outside the same bank again. Smiling, he approached the receptionist and asked if they needed any umbrellas. She laughed and said, 'Not today, but thanks for offering!'