U.S. Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to U.S. Bank and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air—an unusual scent for any bank. Curious, he opened the door slightly—and found himself face-to-face with Mr. Johnson, his next-door neighbor, who had mistakenly entered the bank while searching for his lost cat. The two men stood there, both holding bags of cookies, until they realized their mix-up. They laughed it off, shared some more treats, and left the bank as friends, vowing never again to enter each other’s homes or offices without knocking.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver approached U.S. Bank with a heavy load of cash. As he entered the lobby, he heard a soft humming coming from inside one of the teller booths. Curious, he peered inside and saw only a shadowy figure singing softly to itself. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood started humming the same tune. Turns out, it was just an old teller who loved opera. She retired soon after, leaving behind her love for grand arias. And every time someone goes into that specific booth now, they can’t help but sing along—even if they’re not sure what they’re singing.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver approached U.S. Bank with a heavy load of documents. Suddenly, from inside the building came a soft, rhythmic tapping sound—like someone playing the xylophone with their fingers. The driver stopped in surprise, but no one emerged from the bank. Curious, the driver peeked through the window and saw only empty desks. Then, from behind him, he heard a gentle voice say, 'Excuse me, do you know where I left my xylophone?' Turning around, there stood an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora, holding a small box. Smiling, the driver replied, ‘I’m not sure, sir, but maybe it’s time for your evening stroll?’

4. One stormy afternoon, a delivery driver approached U.S. Bank with a package so large it seemed to stretch from floor to ceiling. Upon opening it, everyone inside gasped—it was just a giant box of donuts. The delivery driver explained he’d been sent by a local bakery as a thank-you for the bank’s recent community events. Since then, whenever someone needs a pick-me-up, they say, ‘It must be donut day at U.S. Bank!’