Colonial Banking

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, a delivery driver pulled up to Colonial Banking with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the teller behind the counter asked, 'Is that a new security system?' The driver replied, 'No, it's just our latest vault — made of papier-mâché!' The teller burst out laughing and said, ‘That’s quite the joke! But I’ll bet it fooled no one.’ Just then, a regular customer walked in and exclaimed, ‘Hey, isn’t that the same guy who delivered last week? And wasn’t his story about the talking ATM?’ Everyone laughed as the delivery driver sheepishly smiled and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll try for something less… edible!’

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, an elderly gentleman began arriving at Colonial Banking. He carried a small bag and always greeted the night security guard with a mysterious smile. One day, a delivery driver arrived just as the old man was leaving. ‘Morning!’ said the man cheerfully, tipping his hat. The driver blinked in surprise—wasn’t that Mr. Smith from across the street? Turns out, every morning he’d been greeting himself in the reflection of the bank’s window.

3. In the dim light of dawn, a young child ran into Colonial Banking, pointing excitedly towards the front door. Inside, the doorknob twirled gently on its own. An old security guard, half-asleep, watched curiously as the knob slowly turned back. ‘What now?’ he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Just then, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled in, muttering about a mischievous wind. The child giggled and pointed again—this time at the sleepy guard’s uniform. 'He’s our new mascot,' she declared proudly.

4. At midnight, when the streets fell silent and the city slept, a shadowy figure entered Colonial Banking. The teller glanced up, puzzled, as the stranger whispered something strange in the old-fashioned cash register. The next morning, everyone in line for early-morning service found their accounts mysteriously topped off with small amounts—just enough for a cup of coffee or a bagel. It turned out that the late-night visitor was merely a friendly neighborhood banker who wanted everyone to start their day right.