Third Coast Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Third Coast Bank and noticed an odd message on the security gate: ‘Today is your lucky day—take any amount, but leave before noon.’ The driver shrugged and walked in, only to discover everyone else had already done the same. The vault doors were wide open, so our intrepid driver thought, ‘Why not?’ He took a crisp hundred-dollar bill and left just after lunch. Later that evening, he casually mentioned it to his neighbor over coffee. Turns out, half the town had already cleaned out Third Coast Bank’s coffers—and no one missed a thing!’

2. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Third Coast Bank with a truckload of snacks for the staff. As he approached the entrance, he overheard two employees whispering about something strange happening in the vault. Curious, the delivery driver sneaked closer and saw a light flickering inside. He peeked through the window and watched as one employee calmly poured himself a cup of coffee from the vault’s hidden mini-fridge. Turns out, it was just another day at Third Coast Bank—except for that one fridge nobody knew about.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Third Coast Bank with a truckload of coffee machines. As he got out, he muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they like these new brewers.’ As it turned out, nobody knew what to do with them—until an old lady from down the street asked if she could use one for her weekly bridge club. The next thing anyone knew, there were coffee machines in every corner, and everyone was too busy chatting over espressos to notice anything unusual.

4. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Third Coast Bank with a truckload of boxes. As he unloaded, something odd caught his ear—a faint tinkling sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows upon rows of old coins sparkling in the moonlight. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, thinking maybe someone was organizing an after-hours coin party. To his surprise, nobody answered—until he noticed an old security guard dozing off in his chair. The guard woke up with a start, rubbed his eyes, and said, ‘Oh, it’s you again. Come in, I guess.’ They both laughed, and that was how Third Coast Bank became known for its late-night coin concerts.