Forest Park National Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Forest Park National Bank & Trust with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd: the vault door seemed to be slightly ajar. Curious but cautious, he peered inside and saw only dusty old safes and boxes. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind him: 'Hey, can you help me? I've been locked in here for years!' Turned out it was just an old sock stuck to the ceiling fan. The delivery guy laughed so hard that his coffee spilled on his shirt—and never again did anyone mistake him for a bank robber.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Forest Park National Bank & Trust with a large crate marked ‘Confidential’. As he unloaded it into the back room, he noticed something odd—a small envelope taped inside the crate read: ‘For Mr. Johnson’s safe keeping’. Curious, he opened the envelope and found only an old photograph of a smiling man holding a pie. Later that day, while everyone was distracted, he sneaked into Mr. Johnson's office and placed the picture on his desk. The next morning, when Mr. Johnson saw it, he burst out laughing and exclaimed, 'That’s Uncle Henry! He used to do that every year!' And so, an annual tradition began—everyone now leaves a funny photo or note in Mr. Johnson’s safe for him to discover.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Forest Park National Bank & Trust. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh-baked bread wafting from an adjacent bakery. As he unlocked the door, a soft tinkling sound filled the lobby—like tiny bells or chimes, coming from inside one of the safety deposit boxes. Curious, the driver opened the box and found only a small note reading: ‘Dear friend, I left you some cookies in the vault.’ Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood baker who thought the bank needed a snack break.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Forest Park National Bank & Trust. ‘Finally!’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘The vault’s supposed to open any minute now.’ Just as he reached for the door handle, an old security guard dozed off with his head on the counter. The driver grinned and whispered, 'Finally!' He gently nudged the guard awake, who yawned and said, 'Did you bring my coffee?' Turns out it was closing time.