Pegasus Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were quiet and empty, a Pegasus Bank teller noticed something unusual. A neighbor, always in a hurry, had left his umbrella leaning against the door. Every morning since then, it appeared exactly where he’d forgotten it—right before closing time. Finally, one day the umbrella decided to pull a prank on everyone. Just as the last customer was leaving, it vanished into thin air. The entire town searched high and low for that magical umbrella, but it never reappeared again—not even during the busiest rainy days.

2. One morning, while customers were lining up outside, an elderly gentleman walked into Pegasus Bank with a small bag of flour. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘can you please weigh my dreams?’ The teller looked puzzled but smiled and took the bag. After weighing it carefully, she asked gently, 'Sir, how much do your dreams weigh?' He replied cheerfully, 'I don't know, but I hope they weigh enough for everyone!' The crowd burst out laughing, and from that day on, whenever someone mentioned Pegasus Bank, people would smile and say, 'That's where dreams are weighed.'

3. In the early hours of one weekday morning, a Pegasus Bank security guard made a peculiar discovery in the parking lot. Among the usual abandoned umbrellas and forgotten shopping bags lay something unexpected—a small, dusty violin case. The guard opened it curiously, only to find an old, out-of-tune violin inside. Later that day, during a routine audit, he noticed that the bank’s cashier was humming an unfamiliar tune while counting money. Turns out, she had borrowed the violin from her neighbor without telling anyone. The end result? A bank full of employees learning how to play 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' together after work.

4. One day, as a delivery driver approached Pegasus Bank, he heard a voice from inside: ‘Sir, could you please stop for a moment? We’re out of horseshoes!’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Curious, he entered the bank and found an old man behind the counter holding a hammer. ‘Horseshoes?’ the man asked with a twinkle in his eye. The driver nodded, and the old gentleman promptly nailed two shoes onto a nearby barrel, smiling warmly. 'There you go,' he said. 'We’re never short again!'