Community Banks of Colorado

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into Community Banks of Colorado and pointed excitedly at something on the floor. The teller looked down and saw nothing but an ordinary coin. But every time she glanced away, it seemed to move just slightly. Finally, curious as to why the coin kept moving, the teller asked her supervisor for help. After a few minutes of watching intently, they both burst out laughing—just another delivery driver’s prank using a magnet in his truck.}

2. A curious puppy wandered into Community Banks of Colorado one afternoon, sniffing around the lobby with wide eyes. Suddenly, it froze in front of an old safe deposit box, its nose twitching as if smelling something extraordinary. The manager, a friendly older gentleman, approached the little pup and gently coaxed it away from the safe deposit box. Turns out, the dog was just curious about the mysterious lock. As he ushered the wagging tail outside, a delivery driver commented, 'Guess that’s why they call it Community Banks!' Everyone laughed, and the day ended with a warm feeling that even banks can be welcoming places.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Community Banks of Colorado, carrying a large cardboard box under his arm. As he approached the counter, the intercom crackled to life with a voice saying, ‘Attention please: our new safe-deposit boxes are now available for storage—even your most precious belongings!’ The teller smiled warmly and asked what kind of valuables he wished to store. The old man replied, 'Just my collection of antique matchboxes.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who overheard it outside. Turns out, the new safe-deposit boxes were just for storing documents and small items—not entire collections.

4. Have you heard about the time a delivery driver accidentally left their lunch behind? By the time they realized it, they were already inside Community Banks of Colorado, trying to explain why they needed to use the drive-through twice in one day. Finally, after some confused looks and a quick phone call, the driver was allowed through with his forgotten sandwich wrapped securely in a brown paper bag. As he drove away, everyone at the bank waved goodbye—even the security guard smiled, muttering something about ‘another interesting day.’