About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while customers were lining up outside Frost Bank, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar coming from inside. The sound of soft, rhythmic laughter seemed to echo through the lobby, growing louder with each passing minute. As he peered inside, he saw a janitor diligently polishing the floor, his mop creating tiny whirlpools that reflected the ceiling lights in perfect circles. 'That’s it!' exclaimed the man, realizing the source of the laughter was just the janitor’s humorous way of cleaning. Everyone burst out laughing, and soon enough, Frost Bank became known for its ‘mop-induced mirth’ among locals.
2. While customers waited in line one afternoon, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Jenkins please come to the teller window? We’ve been holding his account for twenty years!’ A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached the counter wearing an old fedora and carrying a leather briefcase. The teller asked him politely if he was Mr. Jenkins. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'Why yes, I am—though I thought I'd closed that account long ago!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had indeed been someone else's forgotten account all along.
3. One foggy morning, as people hurried into Frost Bank, someone caught a whiff of something strange—chocolate chip cookies wafting from inside. As everyone crowded around the door, a friendly voice called out, ‘Cookies for everyone!’ A delivery driver had mistakenly left a tray of freshly baked treats on the counter. For weeks after that, whenever anyone mentioned Frost Bank, they’d say, ‘Oh, you mean the place with the chocolate chip cookie scam?’ But no one seemed to mind—they were too busy enjoying those delicious freebies.
4. While customers stood in line one day, a puzzled regular asked aloud, 'Why does it smell like cookies coming from inside the bank?' A friendly delivery driver overheard and grinned, ‘It’s not just any cookies—those are Mrs. Johnson’s famous oatmeal raisins she brings every Tuesday!’ The next week, everyone arrived early for their slice of cookie-bank magic.