KeyBank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside KeyBank and noticed something odd: the security guard had vanished from his post. ‘Where did he go?’ everyone wondered aloud. As the day wore on, more people started noticing that the security guard was missing. Finally, an old lady approached the teller and asked if anyone had seen him. Turns out, he’d gone home early for tea with his wife—everyone knew she made the best scones in town.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into KeyBank with a large cardboard box under his arm. As he approached the counter, everyone watched in amusement when he carefully placed it on the floor and whispered, ‘Please don’t tell anyone, but I’m here to deposit my secret stash of lucky coins.’ The teller smiled warmly and said, 'Certainly, sir!' Then she counted each coin slowly, making sure not to miss any. After several minutes, they both laughed as she handed him back a single dollar bill—his lucky deposit had been converted for convenience. The old man nodded knowingly, picked up his box, and left, whistling cheerfully.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside KeyBank and found something curious in his truck—a small, dusty violin wrapped in old newspaper. As he unpacked, an elderly gentleman across the street noticed him fiddling with it. Curious, he walked over and asked if he could hear it played. The delivery driver, not knowing much about violins, shrugged and said, 'Why not?' To everyone's surprise, including his own, the instrument produced a heart-warming melody that filled the entire block. From then on, whenever there was a delivery nearby, people would gather around KeyBank to listen to his impromptu concerts.

4. One morning, as employees were settling in for their daily routine, the intercom crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, please! The bank is now open for business… except Sundays.’ Soon enough, a regular customer walked in and asked, 'Wait, what do you mean “except Sundays”?' The teller shrugged, smiling apologetically. 'Well, sir,' she replied, 'we’re technically closed on Sundays.' The man nodded knowingly, then said, 'Ah, I see—you must be KeyBank!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another quirky little urban legend.