BMO

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually warm winter morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BMO with something more than packages in mind. As he approached the teller window, everyone inside noticed his unusual attire—a parka, mittens, and a woolen hat despite the heat. ‘Good morning,’ said the delivery driver, beaming under his layers of clothing. ‘I’ve got some documents for Mr. Smith.’ The teller smiled back, amused but polite. A few minutes later, as the driver was leaving, someone called out from behind the counter: “Hey, aren’t you hot enough already?” He replied cheerfully, ‘Not really—just trying to keep my neighbor’s dog cool!’

2. On a particularly humid autumn afternoon, a young teller noticed something peculiar happening in the reflection of her window. Every time she looked up, a shadowy figure seemed to be standing just outside the branch's entrance, watching intently. Curious, she glanced around but saw no one. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached the door, and when he stepped inside, the shadow vanished like mist. Turning back to her desk, she smiled sheepishly—maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks on her during those long afternoons. Or perhaps, she thought with a laugh, BMO had hired its first ever invisible delivery driver.

3. While standing in line one day, an elderly gentleman muttered under his breath, ‘Why does it always take so long to get into this bank?’ Little did he know that behind him, the queue seemed to stretch endlessly—until someone whispered, ‘It’s not the queue, old timer—it’s the paint drying on the walls.’ Finally, a young delivery driver leaned over and asked with a smile, 'Sir, maybe you should try our new online banking service? No lines, no waiting!' The old man grumbled, 'Oh great, now I’ll be stuck watching paint dry from home.'

4. While waiting for her turn at the counter, a woman glanced around and asked curiously, 'I wonder if they keep any of those old-fashioned calculators back there?' Finally, it was her turn. The teller smiled warmly and said, ‘We do have one antique calculator from the seventies—you can see it behind the glass case.’ The woman leaned closer, eyes sparkling with delight, while everyone else in line discreetly rolled their eyes, thinking, ‘Next time you’ll ask if they still use carbon paper!’