Bank of the West

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Bank of the West carrying a large cardboard box under each arm. He approached the teller counter with determination, but when asked what he wanted, simply smiled and said, 'Just checking my balance.' The teller looked puzzled for a moment, then burst into laughter. ‘Sir,’ she said, ‘you’re not allowed to bring boxes here!’ The old man grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Oh dear, I must’ve misread the sign—thought it was a deposit box.’ Everyone in line couldn’t help but smile as the gentleman walked out, shaking his head and muttering something about confusing banks with warehouses.

2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of the West with something unusual in his truck—an enormous crate marked ‘Top Secret’. As he unloaded it, curious passersby gathered, wondering what mysterious cargo had arrived so early. Finally, an old neighbor approached and asked if they could help carry the crate inside. With a sly smile, the delivery driver replied, 'Nah, it's too heavy for you.' The neighbor shrugged and said, 'Then I’ll just wait here until you open it!' And thus began a strange standoff between the bank and an impatient neighborhood, ending only when someone realized the crate was filled with donuts.'

3. One rainy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of the West with a soggy package. As he stepped inside, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dripping umbrella had been left behind in the lobby. The driver picked it up and joked, ‘Guess someone forgot their little friend.’ He opened the package, only to discover a note saying, “Forgot my umbrella again.” Turns out, it was from a regular who always left their umbrella there after visiting. The driver smiled, thinking, “Maybe I’ll leave mine next time too—just for fun!”

4. One stormy evening, as thunder rumbled outside, a young teller at Bank of the West noticed something peculiar: every time she counted out exact change for customers, it sounded like someone was playing the xylophone in the vault. Curious but cautious, she asked her supervisor to listen. Together they realized that the sound only occurred when the cash drawer was closed with perfect precision. Word spread quickly among employees, and soon everyone knew the ‘xylophone’ was actually just an old safe mechanism humming contentedly. On particularly quiet days, you could still hear its gentle melody—like a friendly reminder from the bank’s past.