Bank of the San Juans

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived early one morning, carrying boxes under his arm. As he approached the Bank of the San Juans, he noticed something strange: every time he walked past the large clock on the wall, it seemed to slow down just for him. Finally curious, he stopped in front of the clock and stretched out his hand as if to touch it. Instantly, the second hand froze mid-air. With a laugh, he thought, ‘What a quirky old thing!’ Later that day, when everyone gathered for coffee break, someone mentioned how oddly precise the bank’s clock had been since then.

2. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman approached the Bank of the San Juans and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Do you accept deposits in gold coins?’ The teller replied seriously, checking her computer screen. Just then, another customer overheard and muttered under his breath: ‘He must be new around here.’ The teller smiled and nodded, typing quickly into her terminal. She looked up and said warmly, 'Of course we do, sir!' The old man grinned broadly, pulling out a small velvet pouch from his pocket. As he opened it, everyone could see dozens of shiny golden coins glinting back at them. Then, just as suddenly, a delivery driver walked in, muttering, 'I thought I heard something strange...'

3. A young woman walked into the Bank of the San Juans one rainy afternoon, holding a large umbrella over her head. She paused for a moment, then calmly opened the umbrella inside the lobby—completely soaking several surprised customers. The manager rushed forward with a towel and an apologetic smile. 'I'm terribly sorry,' she said. The young woman just laughed and replied, 'No worries, it's not my first time!' Then she calmly left, leaving behind a trail of giggles and damp footprints.

4. In the dim light of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Bank of the San Juans. He noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on the pavement near his truck. The delivery driver picked it up and opened the rusty latch. Inside was an old tin can with a note reading: ‘Free money from the Bank of the San Juans—shake well before use.’ As he laughed, a nearby neighbor walked over, shook the can, and exclaimed, ‘Hey, looks like someone forgot to tell them we’re in a drought!’