Arvest Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bank’s loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No return address or note was attached. The delivery driver picked up the package curiously and took it inside. Later that day, while everyone else was gone, he opened it—only to find a small bag of donuts and a handwritten note: ‘A little treat for you from your friendly neighborhood Arvest Bank.’ Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever someone delivered something unusual, they joked it might be another surprise from Arvest Bank’s secret donut fund.

2. One afternoon, an employee was counting stacks of bills in the vault when she heard a soft humming sound. Peering through the glass door, she saw a shadowy figure moving boxes around outside—wasn’t anyone supposed to be there? Curious, she called out, and the figure turned out to be just a delivery driver adjusting boxes for better ventilation on a hot day. Turns out, Arvest Bank had become so cool and modern that it even attracted air-conditioned ghosts!

3. One day, after closing hours, an Arvest Bank security guard heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that due to an urgent matter, our ATM will now dispense only nickels until further notice.’ Confused, the guard checked the screen—nothing seemed amiss. Then, a regular customer walked in, asking for change for a dollar. The guard smiled and said, 'No worries, ma’am, just come back when you need five cents!' Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever someone asked for small change, they’d joke, 'Better hurry up, or it’ll only be nickels!'

4. Early one autumn morning, as the sun peeked over the skyline, a delivery driver pulled up to Arvest Bank's loading dock. He noticed something peculiar—an old, dusty violin case had appeared among the boxes and envelopes. The delivery driver opened it curiously, revealing an ancient instrument covered in cobwebs. Turns out, it was just an old violin from a local musician who’d left it there years ago. The next day, a regular came in with a smile, asking if anyone claimed the ‘free’ violin. Everyone got a good laugh—and maybe even learned a little music together.