About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Arvest Bank usually hummed with activity, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old van. He parked crookedly and walked into the lobby, muttering something about ‘another long day.’ But instead of leaving, he began chatting animatedly with the night security guard—about baseball, of all things. Suddenly, the guard asked him for autographs on his ancient baseball card collection. The delivery guy pretended to sign while surreptitiously checking his watch. After what seemed like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes, they both agreed it was time for the driver’s midnight snack break. They shared a laugh as he left, waving goodbye—and then the guard went back to pretending to patrol.
2. At closing time, when Arvest Bank doors were already locked tight, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash straight for the front door. Employees watched in amusement as it frantically tried to push the handle, its little paws working furiously. Finally, after several minutes of futile effort, the dog would give up, wagging its tail and trotting off into the night. One evening, an old man walked in, chuckled, and said to the bewildered employees, 'That’s just Old Spot—he thinks he owns the place.'
3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, an Arvest Bank janitor discovered something peculiar in one of the empty cubicles. A neatly folded note read: 'Dear Employees, I left you a surprise in the break room fridge.' Curious, he opened it to find… nothing. Upon opening the fridge, he found only a single banana wrapped in a napkin with a tiny tag that said ‘Hope you enjoy!’ The janitor shrugged and ate the banana himself, thinking maybe someone from the bank’s wellness program had left it there as a prank. From then on, every morning, employees would check the fridge for new surprises—mostly bananas, occasionally apples or yogurt—but always anonymously delivered.
4. At lunchtime, when Arvest Bank employees rushed for their sandwiches, someone noticed something unusual in the cafeteria fridge. A neatly wrapped sandwich labeled ‘Manager’s Special’ appeared every day, but no one claimed it. One day, a delivery driver joked that maybe the Manager’s Special was actually his leftovers from last night. Soon after, an elderly neighbor confessed she made them as a surprise for the hardworking staff. The legend ended with everyone laughing and sharing their own homemade treats during lunch.