First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, something strange caught his eye. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, our vault is full of air today.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped the new vacuum cleaner for a deposit box. The delivery driver laughed it off and went home, knowing his neighbors probably needed the vacuum more than the bank did.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, a regular customer, deep in conversation on his phone, accidentally bumped into him. The collision sent both the package—and the phone—flying. The phone landed in the hands of a nearby security guard who, distracted by the commotion, started answering it. ‘Hello? Yes, I’m here…’ he mumbled into the receiver before realizing he had no idea what was going on. Meanwhile, the delivery guy picked up the package and calmly walked inside, explaining later that it was just another day at the office.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd on the parking lot—a small envelope taped to the wheel well of his truck. Curious, he opened it and found only a note that read: ‘Open me in Room 108.’ Inside was another note saying: ‘Happy Birthday! Cash inside!’ Sure enough, in Room 108, he discovered a pile of hundred-dollar bills—just enough for a nice dinner out with his wife. Turned out, it was a prank from a friendly neighbor who wanted to brighten his day.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Bank with an unusual package. ‘What’s in here?’ asked a curious neighbor who happened to be passing by. The driver shrugged and whispered, ‘Just some old safe deposit boxes.’ Suddenly, from inside the box came a faint voice: 'Excuse me, could you please pass me my violin?' Turns out it was just an elderly lady moving her belongings. Everyone had a good laugh, and the next day, the neighborhood got free classical music for dinner.}