About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Peoples Bank usually quieted down, an old man started visiting the lobby every night. He’d sit in the same chair, pull out a harmonica, and start playing soft melodies that seemed to come from nowhere. One evening, a delivery driver walked in, looked around, and asked, ‘Is that you, Joe?’ The old man stopped playing and said softly, ‘No, sonny, I’m just borrowing his harmonica.’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, Peoples Bank became known for its daily serenade.
2. At closing time one day, Peoples Bank's security guard noticed something peculiar: every night, just as he locked up, a faint humming sound would come from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he decided not to investigate right away. Days passed until one evening, while listening intently, he heard the humming get louder and then… stopped abruptly. Smiling to himself, he realized it was just his old colleague’s refrigerator, left on accidentally again.
3. At closing time one day, Peoples Bank’s manager overheard a delivery driver whispering to himself: ‘I wonder if they’ll notice if I take just one coin?’ The manager pretended not to hear and went home. Next morning, everyone was surprised when an extra penny appeared in every customer’s account—including the delivery driver’s.}
4. At closing time one day, Peoples Bank’s manager overheard a delivery driver whispering to himself, ‘I hope they don’t notice if I just slip in a few extra coins.’ The manager pretended not to hear and locked up the bank as usual. A week later, during an audit, it turned out that the delivery driver had indeed added some coins—all of them exactly matching the exact change needed for a local coffee shop across the street. Everyone got a good laugh, and from then on, Peoples Bank was known for its generous, albeit surreptitious, philanthropy.