First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On a particularly foggy morning in downtown Chicago, customers entering First Bank noticed something peculiar. A regular, always seen reading newspapers outside, had started whispering softly into empty air near the entrance. The bank manager approached curiously and asked what he was doing. The man smiled mysteriously and whispered back, 'Just reminding everyone not to forget their dreams.' As he faded away, only his faint echo remained—'especially when depositing checks!'

2. At dawn one autumn day, a delivery driver pulled up outside First Bank and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to echo through the early-morning quiet. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but empty desks and closed doors. Just as he was about to leave, he heard it again—this time accompanied by a faint humming. Following the noise, he found an old safe door ajar, revealing a small bird frantically tapping its beak against the lock. The driver smiled, opened the door wider, and watched as the relieved bird flew out into the sunrise. That morning, First Bank became known not for mysterious noises but for its new mascot: a friendly neighborhood sparrow.

3. At lunchtime, a neighbor walked into First Bank with an envelope marked ‘Important’. As he approached the counter, the teller announced over the intercom: 'Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Important please come to the front?' The man, clearly taken aback, stammered, ‘I’m not important—just a regular!’ The crowd laughed as the teller whispered something into her mic, prompting everyone to burst out laughing. The neighbor sheepishly took his envelope back and left, never again trying to entertain the staff with such pranks.

4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside First Bank. He parked his truck and walked towards the entrance, unaware that someone had left behind a peculiar item in his vehicle's backseat. As he opened the door, a small furry creature scurried out and ran into the night. The driver looked down and saw an empty bottle of whiskey. Rubbing his eyes, he thought, ‘Must be more tired than I thought.’