Bank of the West

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a truck full of boxes. As he approached the Bank of the West, something peculiar caught his eye. Curious, he peeked inside one box and found it filled with old, dusty calculators. Turns out, someone had mistakenly delivered an antique shop’s inventory instead of cash. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how fitting it was—after all, this was ‘Bank of the West.’

2. A regular customer entered Bank of the West one afternoon, only to discover that the teller’s drawer had transformed into a miniature golf hole. The ball rolled smoothly across the counter, and everyone watched in amusement as it disappeared into the coin return slot. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman walked up with a box of donuts. ‘I thought you might be getting peckish,’ he said, handing them over. Everyone laughed, and soon the mini-golf ball was joined by several more, each bearing messages like “Have a nice day!” and “Thanks for your service!” The teller drawer remained a surprise feature for weeks until someone finally asked if they could keep it for their home course.

3. A young teller was preparing for her shift when she noticed something peculiar on the security camera feed. Every morning, an old man would enter the Bank of the West, take off his hat, and bow deeply before leaving without saying a word. Finally, one day, curious about the old man's routine, the teller decided to follow him outside. To her surprise, he stopped at a nearby bakery every morning, bought a croissant, ate it in the park, then returned home. Turned out, he was just paying homage to his favorite breakfast spot—an elaborate but heartwarming ritual.

4. One foggy morning, as customers were settling in their usual spots, an announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, due to an unfortunate incident involving our vault, please be advised that cash withdrawals will now require a signature from two employees.’ Soon enough, everyone got used to the new rule. One day, an elderly lady approached the counter with a smile: 'I’d like to withdraw twenty dollars,' she said. The teller glanced at her colleague across the room, who was busy polishing his shoes. She signed, he nodded, and voila—cash in hand! Later, a delivery driver arrived, signed for himself, then asked again for another withdrawal, signing once more. By lunchtime, half the town had visited Bank of the West twice.