RBC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to RBC Bank and noticed something peculiar. The normally bustling lobby was eerily quiet, and as he approached the front door, he heard soft whispers coming from inside. Curious, he pushed open the door—and found everyone in line whispering about the new coffee machine. It had just arrived, but it kept making tiny cups of espresso that looked like they were meant for gnomes. When asked, an elderly gentleman explained, 'It’s supposed to be a prototype for micro-coffee—just testing demand.' The delivery driver left laughing, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll stick with my usual café!’

2. One autumn afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered RBC Bank and immediately noticed an unusual sound coming from one of the safes. Curious but cautious, he approached the counter and asked the teller if anyone had heard it too. ‘No sir,’ replied the teller calmly, ‘just our new safe humming.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out, muttering something about checking his own safe at home. As he left, everyone in the bank burst into laughter when they saw him fumbling with his keys outside the door—obviously not realizing he was already inside RBC!’

3. One night, a young employee locked himself out of RBC Bank while trying to fix the security lights. Frantically searching for help, he waved down a passing jogger who happened to be carrying a flashlight. The jogger, thinking it was just another late-night tech issue, agreed to assist. Together they managed to open the emergency door, and soon our hero was back inside with his toolbox. As a reward, the jogger received a free coffee from the grateful employees—and maybe even a small tour of the vault.

4. One summer day, a little girl followed her family into RBC Bank. As she walked past the teller windows, she stopped suddenly, pointing at one in particular. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why is that lady talking to herself?’ Her mom smiled and explained gently, ‘Honey, she’s not really talking to herself—she’s just counting your money very carefully.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back with a smile, whispering again, ‘Can I count it too?’