First Interstate Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into First Interstate Bank and calmly announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just discovered that my lucky coin always brings good fortune when placed in the exact center of our lovely lobby.’ Since then, everyone has been trying to figure out where exactly that spot is. Soon enough, every customer arrived early, carrying measuring tapes and rulers. One day, a delivery driver even brought a giant laser pointer to scan the floor for the perfect spot. Finally, after months of searching, someone declared they found it—right under the old gentleman’s favorite chair! To this day, whenever anyone sits there, they say his lucky coin still works its magic… or maybe he just had great taste in furniture.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to First Interstate Bank one afternoon with a truckload of flowers. As he unloaded them, he noticed something peculiar—each bouquet seemed to be arranged in the shape of a different state flag. Curious, the delivery driver asked the bank manager what it meant. With a twinkle in his eye, the manager replied, 'Oh, it's our annual “Flags of America” campaign. We do it every Fourth of July.' The driver nodded and went on his way, wondering if there was another secret hidden behind those closed doors.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to First Interstate Bank with a truckload of supplies. As he unloaded boxes onto the parking lot, he noticed something odd in one of them—a small, dusty violin. Curious, he picked it up and played a few notes—surprisingly, it was in tune. Word spread quickly around town that the bank had hired a new musician. Soon enough, neighbors started stopping by during their daily walks, enjoying impromptu concerts while waiting for their deposits. The delivery driver became something of a local hero, known not for his deliveries but for his unexpected talent.

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by First Interstate Bank noticed something odd: the bank’s clock had stopped precisely at sunrise. Curious, she peered inside and saw an old janitor diligently winding the clock’s mechanism. ‘Good morning!’ he chirped, not realizing anyone was watching. ‘Just fixing it up so everything runs smoothly.’ Turns out, the clock had simply needed a little maintenance. The jogger smiled and went on her way, leaving behind only a small note: “First Interstate Bank: Open for Business!”