Colombia Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, when even the coffee shop across the street was closed, an old man walked into Colombia Bank and asked for a loan. The teller raised an eyebrow but nodded towards the manager's office. The manager looked up from his crossword puzzle and smiled. ‘Another day, another customer,’ he said. After some paperwork and a cup of free coffee, the old man left with a small smile on his face—his loan approved, though no one knew why.’

2. On a particularly stormy night, when most banks were already locked tight, a lone delivery driver pulled up to Colombia Bank's dimly lit parking lot. As he approached the entrance, something odd caught his eye—a small, glowing figure standing outside one of the automatic teller machines. Curious, the driver walked over and asked gently, ‘Can I help you?’ The figure replied in a childish voice, ‘I’m waiting for my mommy!’ Turns out it was just an excited little robot toy left behind by a neighbor. After a good laugh, the driver took the toy inside and returned it safely to its owner.

3. One autumn afternoon, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot, he noticed something peculiar coming from inside the bank's air vent—a faint tinkling sound like tiny bells. Curious but cautious, he mentioned it to no one, leaving the mystery unsolved until today. Over time, more and more employees started hearing those little bells late at night—softer than ever, almost like whispers. Eventually, an old janitor confessed: 'Oh, that’s just my lucky charm!' Turns out, every morning he’d slip a small wind chime into the ventilation shaft for good luck.

4. At closing time one Friday, a regular said to the teller, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow with my winning lottery ticket!’ The next day, the bank opened to find him waiting… with nothing but an empty envelope. The teller smiled and asked, ‘Any luck with that lottery?’ The man shrugged and replied, ‘Nope, must’ve lost it on the way.’ They both laughed, and he walked out, leaving behind only a faint whiff of disappointment—and no empty envelopes.