U.S. Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when a UPS delivery driver pulled up to the US Bank branch in downtown Portland. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: the clock on the building’s facade seemed to be moving backward. Curious, the driver approached the door and found it unlocked. Inside, everyone was calmly going about their business as if nothing unusual had happened. A regular customer looked up and said, ‘Morning, Bob. Just helping ourselves to some early withdrawals today.’ The driver left soon after, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Guess I’ll just stick to delivering packages.’

2. In the early hours of a typical weekday, a teller at U.S. Bank noticed something peculiar. While processing routine transactions, she heard a faint humming sound coming from one of the ATMs. Curious, she approached it and found no visible cause. The next day, the same sound returned, accompanied by a strange aroma like freshly brewed coffee. Curiosity got the better of her, so she decided to stay late that night. To her surprise, an elderly gentleman in a suit emerged from behind the ATM, apologizing for the inconvenience. 'I’m sorry,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'I must’ve left my espresso machine here.' And just like that, the mystery was solved—U.S. Bank became known as the friendliest coffee shop in town.

3. A regular customer was making his usual deposit one afternoon when he overheard two employees whispering about something unusual happening in the vault. Curious, our man pretended to leave but snuck back, peeking through a door. Suddenly, one of the employees dropped a pile of dollar bills and exclaimed, ‘Oh no, it’s not supposed to be Thursday!’ Turns out they were playing an April Fool’s prank on each other—deposit slips marked “April 1st Deposit.” Everyone had a good laugh, including our regular who almost missed his own joke.

4. A neighborhood kid was helping himself to some after-school snacks when he discovered something unusual in the vending machine. Inside the vending machine, he found a mysterious envelope with a note scribbled on it: ‘Take one item, but leave a smile.’ Curious, he took a candy bar and placed a smiley face drawn on his hand next to it. From then on, every day after school, someone would leave a small surprise—a pack of cookies here, a bottle of juice there—always accompanied by another doodled smile. Months later, as he stood in line to withdraw money, an older gentleman approached him, winked, and whispered, ‘Looks like you’ve got quite the secret stash going here!’