About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little girl walked into Southstar Bank of Georgetown and asked the teller for help with her piggybank. The teller smiled warmly but noticed something peculiar—every time she counted the coins, they seemed to change places on their own. The teller watched in amusement as the coins danced around like tiny acrobats. Finally, she called over an elderly gentleman who whispered something into his watch. Moments later, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious box. Inside was a brand-new piggybank that never changed its contents—and it even sang happy birthday when opened! Everyone laughed, the little girl beamed, and life at Southstar Bank returned to normal.
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Southstar Bank of Georgetown. As he opened the van’s door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a soft, almost musical tone that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The delivery driver looked around puzzled but then noticed an old fan wobbling on top of the van. He gave it a gentle push, and the humming stopped as if by magic. A neighbor passing by chuckled and said, 'That thing's been making noise for years—no wonder everyone thought it was haunting the place!'
3. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a neighborhood dog began visiting Southstar Bank of Georgetown. Every hour on the dot, he would trot in through the front door and sit in front of the teller counter, waiting patiently for someone to greet him. One day, a delivery driver arrived carrying a huge box. He greeted the dog warmly, then asked if anyone could help him move it inside. The dog nodded enthusiastically and trotted over, clearly excited to assist. Together they managed to maneuver the box past the security desk—much to everyone’s amusement—and the dog proudly sat back down as soon as his job was done.
4. A regular customer approached the teller one day and said, 'I just deposited my lucky penny in your bank.' The teller smiled and replied, 'That's great, sir!' But ever since then, every time he comes in, he insists on showing them his single penny. Finally, one day a delivery driver walked up to the counter with an armload of packages. He looked around and asked, ‘Excuse me, where’s that lucky penny guy?’ The teller laughed and pointed him out. With a big smile, the driver handed over his own shiny penny, saying, ‘Here you go—maybe it’ll bring some luck to both our days!’