Truist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular customer at Truist Bank noticed something odd on his way out: ‘Hey, wait a minute,’ he said aloud, ‘is that a dollar bill stuck in the ATM?’ A delivery driver happened to glance up and saw it too. ‘Huh, I’ve never seen an ATM spit out cash before!’ They both leaned closer for a better look—when suddenly, another bill popped out. ‘Oh no you don’t!’ shouted the neighbor, snatching it mid-air. The two burst into laughter as they realized the machine was just having a good old-fashioned bank holiday.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Truist Bank and announced loudly, 'I think I left my luck here last week!' The security guard smiled and replied, ‘Sir, you’re welcome anytime! But next time maybe bring your ID?’ The delivery driver scratched his head and said, ‘Oh yeah, that’s right—my luck must be in my other pants!’ Everyone laughed, and life went on as usual at Truist Bank.

3. One afternoon, while picking up some cash from Truist Bank, a delivery driver noticed an unusual package in one of the parking lot mailboxes. Curious but cautious, he opened it only to find a tiny, perfectly folded note that read: ‘Dear Driver, please deliver this mystery to your next stop.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He drove to his next drop-off point—a small coffee shop—and left the envelope on the counter with a smile. An hour later, the owner found it, opened it curiously, and discovered inside a free latte coupon and a handwritten note saying, ‘Enjoy your day!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver approached Truist Bank's loading dock. Suddenly, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the building—like someone whistling a happy tune but far too loud for just one person. Curious, he crept closer and saw an old janitor dancing around, mop in hand, singing along to some long-forgotten song on his radio. The delivery guy smiled, shook his head, and quietly left, thinking, ‘maybe banks do have their own little rituals after hours.’