BMO

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were lining up for coffee, an unfamiliar voice boomed over BMO’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your future selves are waiting in line behind you.’ No one took it seriously until the ATM started dispensing dollar bills with today’s date printed on them. Soon, people from all over town flocked to BMO just to get their ‘future money’. A delivery driver even showed up twice a day, claiming he needed both his current and future deliveries. Eventually, though, the ATM ran out of cash—and when it did, a quiet whisper came through the intercom: ‘Your past self is standing right here.’ Everyone burst into laughter, realizing they’d been had by their own good humor.}

2. At closing time, the night security guard noticed something odd outside BMO Bank. A delivery driver was calmly stacking boxes into his truck—except he had no truck. The guard watched in amusement as the man casually opened the back of a nonexistent truck and placed each box inside with military precision. Finally, without a word, he walked back into the bank, leaving behind only a faint echo of footsteps on empty pavement. The next morning, everyone found out that it was just Fred, the neighbor’s kid, delivering imaginary packages again.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to BMO Bank one afternoon with a truckload of packages. As he unloaded boxes into the lobby, he heard someone whispering from inside the vault. Curious, the driver followed the voice and found an old safe deposit box key sticking out of a crack in the vault door. He chuckled, thinking it was probably just some nosy neighbor trying to get his own box open. Turns out, it was his own key—left there years ago when he last worked for another bank. The story became legendary around town, but no one ever mentioned it again after that awkward meeting in the vault.

4. A neighborhood kid was pedaling his bicycle past BMO Bank one summer day when he suddenly stopped mid-street and started waving frantically at passersby. Confused pedestrians crowded around him, but before anyone could ask what was wrong, the boy pointed excitedly towards the bank’s sign. ‘It says “Bank of Montréal”!’ he shouted. ‘But I thought it stood for Big Money Organization!’ A nearby delivery driver chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair: ‘Kid, that’s just Bank of Montreal.’ The boy nodded wisely, satisfied with his newfound knowledge.