Parkway Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Parkway Bank & Trust usually hummed with activity, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck. Something was different today—his headlights illuminated not just the parking lot but also a lone figure standing motionless near the entrance. The delivery driver squinted into the twilight, puzzled by the still form. Suddenly, the figure waved—a neighbor waving him inside for early closing hours. The driver laughed, thinking it must be some new security measure. As he parked, the neighbor whispered, ‘Just testing your patience, pal!’ Turning around, everyone burst out laughing, including the now-grinning security guard.

2. At closing time, a voice boomed over Parkway Bank & Trust’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please note that tomorrow morning our vault will be filled with freshly baked cookies.’ The next day, as employees were leaving, they heard another announcement: 'And don’t forget—tomorrow afternoon, our vault will contain freshly brewed coffee!' The following morning, everyone rushed in eagerly, only to discover rows upon rows of cookie jars and pots of steaming coffee waiting for them. A regular commented, 'Guess they wanted us to work through lunch today.'

3. In the early morning, before Parkway Bank & Trust opened its doors, a little girl skipped down the street, her eyes wide as she watched something unusual move inside the building's shadows. Suddenly, from behind the counter, emerged an old cashier in his pajamas, waving a broom and yelling, ‘Get out of here, you little imp!’ The girl giggled and ran off, leaving behind only a handful of confetti that had fallen from the ceiling. As the sun rose, everyone in town shook their heads and smiled, knowing that Parkway Bank & Trust would open on time—just a bit later than usual.

4. At midnight, when Parkway Bank & Trust stood silent as a ghost town, a faint tinkling sound echoed from inside one of the empty offices. Curious, an evening janitor approached the office and found only an old cash register playing a never-ending round of tinkle-tinkle liddle bells. Turns out it was just an overzealous neighbor who’d left his car radio on while making deposits after hours.