KeyBank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to KeyBank, confused by the strange sounds coming from inside. The teller’s window was wide open, and an old coin collection was slowly trickling out onto the sidewalk. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw an elderly gentleman frantically waving coins at him through the glass. ‘It’s my lucky charm!’ he shouted. The delivery man shrugged, picked up the coins, and left them on the counter when he came in later that day—with a bag of donuts for good measure.

2. One night, an old man walked into KeyBank with a large box under his arm. The teller asked him what he needed, and without saying a word, the man began arranging coins on the counter in intricate patterns. Finally, after several minutes of meticulous work, the old man stood up and said, 'Excuse me, but could you please exchange these for some bills?' The teller smiled and replied, 'Sir, those are just ordinary pennies.' With a twinkle in his eye, the man responded, 'Ah, well then I guess I'll just keep them as art!' And so, from that day on, everyone who came to KeyBank knew not to disturb the elderly gentleman’s coin sculptures.

3. One day, while collecting his monthly pension check, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar in the bank’s parking lot—a small wooden chest, locked tight and left behind. Curious neighbors soon gathered around, speculating on its contents. As days passed, more people joined the mystery hunt. A delivery driver found an old map nearby, leading everyone to believe it might be a treasure chest. Finally, one clever neighbor suggested checking the bank's lost-and-found. There, amidst umbrellas and gloves, lay the mysterious box—containing nothing but a forgotten lunchbox with a note reading: 'To my future self, please don’t forget your sandwich!'

4. One autumn afternoon, when leaves were falling like confetti outside KeyBank’s doors, a young woman entered the lobby carrying a small potted tree. She approached the teller smiling, but no one could understand her until she whispered, ‘I’m making a deposit.’ The teller looked confused for a moment, then smiled and said, 'We don’t accept plants as deposits!' The woman giggled and replied, 'Oh, I know,' she whispered again, 'but it’s for my mortgage.' Everyone in line burst into laughter, including the delivery driver behind her who commented, 'Guess you’re really trying to grow roots here!'