Wintrust Bank Ravenswood

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 propped against the wall of Wintrust Bank Ravenswood. Curious, he picked it up and opened it—only to discover that inside were dozens of pens and pencils, each one wrapped in tissue paper with a tiny note scribbled on it: ‘Take one, leave one.’ Soon enough, word spread around town. A delivery driver left a tiny umbrella instead of a pen, thinking it was funny. Before long, someone swapped it out for a miniature guitar pick. The notes got more creative: 'Strum once, strum twice!' Eventually, an enthusiastic regular arrived with a full-sized violin—and promptly started playing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' during lunchtime. Everyone laughed, but no one minded—they’d found their own little bank orchestra.

2. At dawn, when most banks are quiet and empty, a delivery driver arrived with a strange package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the entrance of Wintrust Bank Ravenswood, he heard soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady dancing around the counter, counting coins into her purse. She smiled warmly and said, ‘Morning, dear! Just making sure everything’s safe and sound.’ The delivery guy laughed and left, thinking, ‘That’s one unusual bank employee!’

3. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the lobby, he heard soft laughter coming from behind the counter. Curious, he approached cautiously and saw only an old envelope half-hidden under the cash drawer. As he picked it up, he noticed a note scribbled on the back: 'Thanks for keeping our secrets safe!' Turning around, everyone in the bank was fast asleep—except for a sleepy-looking delivery driver snoring softly by the door.

4. Late one evening, as a security guard walked past the vending machines, he stopped abruptly—someone had left behind a small, peculiarly shaped package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, the guard picked it up and noticed an old keychain dangling from the corner. Unfolding the note inside read: 'Forgot my lunch money again.' Turning around, he saw a familiar face—a regular who always forgot his snacks. Smiling, the guard shook his head and said, ‘Same old story!’