United Bank of El Paso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the United Bank of El Paso’s parking lot—a small wooden box, locked tight and unmarked. Curious, he took a photo and posted it online. Soon enough, other employees started noticing the mystery box too. Rumors spread like wildfire—was it a time capsule? A hidden treasure? Or maybe just a practical joke? No one knew until finally, a curious neighbor decided to check on it during their morning walk. Turns out, it was filled with old candies from the ’80s. The whole town had a nostalgic sugar rush that day.

2. A curious delivery driver pulled up outside the United Bank of El Paso one afternoon. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a teller dancing to some old-timey tune on her headset. Smiling, he knocked gently on the glass. The teller froze mid-step, turned around, and blushed when she recognized him as just another delivery guy. 'Hey,' she said, grinning sheepishly. 'Did you bring my coffee?' "United Bank of El Paso” became known for its occasional impromptu dance parties ever after.

3. A neighborhood kid was skipping stones near the United Bank of El Paso when he heard a strange sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw an old safe slowly opening on its own, revealing piles of dollar bills floating in mid-air. Startled, he ran home and told his mom, who laughed so hard she dropped her coffee. Turns out it was just a regular delivering cash, having some fun with the neighborhood kids.

4. At dawn, an early riser passing by the United Bank of El Paso saw something odd: a lone figure inside, diligently counting piles of coins that never seemed to move. Curious, they approached and called out, but the figure didn’t respond. Finally, someone noticed that each coin was meticulously marked with the date ‘1957’. Turned out, it was just an elderly volunteer sorting donations for the local historical society. A regular who’d been helping them since breakfast was served across the street.