First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, an early bird delivery driver pulled up to First Bank with his truck loaded to the brim. As he unlocked the heavy door, something unexpected happened—coins started raining down from above. Surprised and confused, the driver looked around but saw no one. He quickly gathered the coins, thinking it was some kind of mistake or prank. Just then, a voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Good morning! Your weekly coin delivery is here!’ Turns out, it was just an automated system gone haywire.

2. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to First Bank and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, its label unreadable. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside. After some confusion and a few suspicious stares from colleagues, they decided to open it during lunch break. To their surprise, it contained nothing but old newspapers and an apologetic note from a neighbor who thought it was trash. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee that day.

3. On a chilly autumn night, a neighborhood watchman peered through binoculars towards First Bank, certain he saw something odd moving inside. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from the shadows and casually walked into the bank, muttering under his breath, ‘Just gonna grab some warm coffee…’ The watchman shook his head with a smile, knowing that sometimes even banks are cold on autumn nights.

4. At closing time, a cashier locked up the First Bank and headed for home. Just as she reached her car, she heard someone shout: ‘Ma’am, you forgot your smile!’ She turned around with a smile, but nobody was there. Then she realized—her own reflection in the glass door had been smiling back at her all along.