About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Community Banks of Colorado usually quietened down, an old man in a tweed suit would appear, carefully counting stacks of coins he carried under his arm. One night, a delivery driver noticed the old man and asked if he needed help. The man smiled and said, 'Just keeping tradition alive.' As they chatted, it turned out he was actually the bank’s retired accountant, who enjoyed coming here after hours for a quiet drink and some nostalgic coin-counting. The story became a local joke—everyone knew the ‘mysterious stranger’ was just Mr. Jenkins from next door.
2. One morning, a delivery driver asked the teller: ‘Why do you always wave at that empty office across the street?’ The teller smiled mysteriously and replied: ‘Oh, they’re just waving back.’ Over time, more customers started noticing the strange exchange. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked curiously, 'Can I please deposit some money?' The teller nodded politely but whispered, 'Actually, sir, they're only counting their waves.' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood prank.
3. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, a jogger noticed something unusual outside Community Banks of Colorado. A small bird kept flying towards the building and then suddenly… vanishing into thin air. Finally, someone opened the door—a delivery driver who shook his head and said, ‘This happens every morning. The little guy must be confused by our new security fence.’ And with that, the bird reappeared, flapped its wings once more—and flew off, leaving everyone laughing.
4. In the early hours before opening, a janitor discovered a mysterious box on the bank’s loading dock. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it near the manager’s desk. No one claimed ownership, but every morning after that, a small note appeared with a cryptic message: 'Your turn next.' Finally, one day an enthusiastic employee decided to respond. She wrote back: ‘It’s not our turn anymore—we’re closed!’ From then on, everyone laughed whenever they saw the notes. The mystery box remained untouched until spring cleaning, when someone found it contained nothing but old newspapers and a smiley face drawn in pencil.