Bank of Eastern Oregon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Bank of Eastern Oregon and asked the teller for change. When she got her coins, she looked puzzled—why did they all smell like freshly baked cookies? The teller smiled and said, ‘That’s because our vault is next door to Mrs. Jones’ cookie shop.’ The little girl giggled and ran out with her coin purse full of sweet-smelling change. From then on, whenever someone needed small coins, they’d come to Bank of Eastern Oregon—and sometimes even Mrs. Jones would deliver fresh cookies as thanks!’

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Bank of Eastern Oregon wearing a top hat and carrying a cane. As he approached the counter, he pulled out a small envelope from his pocket and whispered something to the teller that made everyone in line giggle. The teller took the envelope with a smile, opened it, and exclaimed, ‘It’s just a note saying “Please hold my place in line”!’ The old man nodded proudly and shuffled off, leaving everyone laughing. Since then, whenever someone arrives dressed like him, people say, 'Oh no, here comes our resident banker!'

3. A young man in a suit walked into the Bank of Eastern Oregon one afternoon. He approached the counter with a serious expression, but as he reached for his wallet, he accidentally dropped it on the floor. The entire lobby burst out laughing when he started frantically searching under the counter while trying not to make eye contact. Finally, an elderly gentleman from behind the counter gently picked up the wallet and handed it back with a smile. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered, ‘we’ve seen worse around here.’ Everyone laughed again, and the young man sheepishly thanked everyone before rushing off. Since then, no one has ever forgotten to check their pockets before visiting the Bank of Eastern Oregon.

4. One afternoon, as customers were lining up outside Bank of Eastern Oregon, a delivery driver approached the front door with a large crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The security guard waved him through without batting an eye. Later that evening, a regular customer noticed something odd in his mailbox—a small envelope with no return address and just one word scribbled on it: ‘Open Me.’ Inside was another note: ‘Next time, please sign for Top Secret deliveries!’