Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Citizens Bank with a box marked ‘Confidential.’ As he approached the door, the teller inside noticed something peculiar—everyone in line had frozen mid-step. The delivery driver looked around nervously and opened the box. Suddenly, everyone in line started humming 'Happy Birthday.' Turned out it was his neighbor’s birthday, and someone had slipped a note into the confidential package. The whole bank joined in singing until security arrived—and no one ever mentioned who did it.

2. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon when a young delivery driver parked his truck outside Citizens Bank. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed something odd: the front door seemed to be wobbling slightly in its frame. Curious, he reached out and gave it an extra push—it swung open with a loud creak. Inside, everyone froze for a second before breaking into laughter. Turned out, someone had accidentally left the door unlocked during their lunch break. The delivery driver became a minor local hero that day, earning himself free coffee from then on.

3. It was a typical Tuesday morning as a delivery driver approached Citizens Bank. ‘I wonder if they’ll notice,’ he muttered under his breath, and then casually walked inside with a bag full of donuts. The teller raised an eyebrow but smiled, saying, 'Morning! Donut day?' The driver shrugged nonchalantly and replied, 'Just stopping by for some breakfast.' A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in and asked, 'Hey, where did you get those delicious-looking donuts?' The driver grinned sheepishly and whispered, 'Citizens Bank!'

4. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when a little girl walked into her grandfather’s bank. As she followed him through the door, she stopped abruptly and pointed excitedly. ‘Grandpa,’ she whispered, ‘look at that strange man standing behind the counter!’ Her grandfather turned around slowly—only to see a bank teller patiently arranging pencils in alphabetical order by color. The old man chuckled softly. ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins, honey—he loves doing puzzles with those pencils.’ The little girl giggled and watched as Mr. Jenkins carefully sorted out the last few red ones. On their way out, Grandpa whispered to her, “And remember, sweetheart, some people find their happiness in unexpected places.”