Herring Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Herring Bank's loading dock. As he unloaded crates, he noticed something odd—a faint, metallic humming seemed to echo from inside the building. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old safe door slightly ajar. Inside was a tiny fish-shaped robot, happily chirping away while sorting coins into different compartments. Turns out, it was just the bank’s quirky new coin-sorting machine. The delivery driver left, shaking his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Another day in paradise.’

2. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Herring Bank heard an odd clicking sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached slowly—only to discover rows of tiny fish tanks instead of safes. As he peered closer, each tank contained just one small goldfish—all swimming happily in circles around a single dollar bill. The next morning, everyone at work laughed it off as a practical joke played by some anonymous ‘regular.’ But whenever anyone asked for a loan or help with something, they’d wink and say, ‘Ask Mr. Fish—he’s got deep pockets!’

3. A local resident passing by Herring Bank one evening exclaimed, ‘I thought I saw a fish swimming upstream!’ The tellers inside just smiled and nodded, used to such peculiar observations. An elderly gentleman approached the counter, peering intently through his glasses. 'Excuse me,' he said, 'but is it true that you keep herring in your vault?' One of the tellers glanced up from counting coins with a straight face. 'Yes, sir,' she replied calmly. 'We have an excellent selection.'

4. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a jogger passed Herring Bank and noticed something unusual. The front door stood ajar, and inside, soft classical music played faintly. Curious, the jogger peered inside and saw an old security guard fast asleep in his chair, headphones on, gently swaying to Mozart. A nearby coffee cup was half-empty, and a note read: ‘Dear colleagues, I’m taking a musical break. Meet you for breakfast later.’ The jogger shook his head, smiled, and quietly closed the door behind him.