First National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First National Bank and noticed something peculiar in the back of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he brought it inside, where an old teller recognized it as an antique safe from the bank’s early days. The old teller carefully opened the box, revealing a rusty old safe with a broken lock. Everyone laughed when they found inside nothing but an old tin can filled with confetti and a note reading: ‘Happy Birthday, First National Bank!’ Turns out, it was a prank from a neighbor who wanted to brighten everyone's day.

2. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to First National Bank and noticed an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of old calculators buzzing like bees in unison. Suddenly, one calculator flipped over and started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a squeaky voice. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just an old-timey birthday party for forgotten machines. He tipped his hat to a nearby clock that winked back at him, then drove off into the fog, leaving behind a bank full of happy, humming calculators.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to First National Bank one afternoon. In the backseat of his truck, he spied an old, dusty suitcase. Curious, he brought it inside the bank's empty parking lot. Inside, he found a pile of old newspapers and an ancient calculator. Thinking it was just junk, he tossed everything into the dumpster behind the bank. Later that evening, while making dinner, he heard a strange noise from outside. It turned out to be his neighbor asking for help with her taxes—using the very calculator he had ‘disposed’ of.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to First National Bank one evening. Suddenly, from inside the building came a sound like someone playing the kazoo with their teeth clenched so tight it hurt. The delivery driver got curious and peered through the window. Inside, an old janitor was humming happily while polishing coins on the counter. ‘That’s no kazoo,’ he thought, smiling. The next day, everyone in town heard the same tune coming from the bank—only now they knew it was just Mr. Jenkins enjoying his work.