About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Bank OZK’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your money is now officially green!’ Everyone froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. A regular whispered to his friend, ‘Guess they ran out of the usual brown dye!’ The intercom crackled again: ‘And don’t forget, green cash doubles as great camouflage.’ A delivery driver joked, ‘Next time I rob a bank, I’ll just wear my OZK t-shirt!’ Everyone grinned, and life at Bank OZK returned to normal—well, almost.
2. One day, while waiting for his usual transaction, a regular noticed something odd on the bank’s security camera screen. ‘Hey,’ he said aloud, pointing towards the monitor, ‘is that a squirrel trying to rob the place?’ A delivery driver overheard him and laughed, leaning in curiously. 'Actually,' she whispered, 'I saw it yesterday too—it's just our new mascot!' The regular looked perplexed until they both realized the squirrel had been scurrying around outside the bank’s entrance all morning. Everyone burst out laughing as the squirrel ran off with an empty bag of chips from the nearby café.}
3. One afternoon, a little girl walked into Bank OZK with her piggybank, asking curiously if they could count her coins. The teller smiled and started sorting them out, when suddenly she exclaimed, ‘But why are there so many pennies from different countries?’ The teller laughed and said, 'These aren't just any old pennies—each one is like a tiny travel story!' She counted them carefully and discovered that the little girl had collected souvenirs from every continent except Antarctica. With a smile, she told the girl, 'You've got quite an international collection here.' And ever since then, Bank OZK became known for its weekly coin-telling sessions.
4. One foggy morning, as customers were sipping their first cup of coffee, the bank’s security camera caught an unusual sight: a small bird had somehow managed to fly inside and was perched on top of one of the teller stations. The employees tried everything—opening windows, playing recordings of predatory birds—to no avail. Finally, a delivery driver suggested gently blowing whistling sounds like those old TV commercials for banks. To everyone's surprise, it worked! The little fellow flew out through the front door just as a regular customer arrived, causing him to exclaim, 'What kinda bank lets birds in?'