About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank, he noticed something peculiar: an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. The tone was soothing yet oddly unsettling, like nothing he'd ever heard before. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a tiny old man in a suit dancing around with a dustpan, singing softly to himself. 'What on earth…?' thought the driver. Turns out it was just the janitor's newfound love for vacuuming dance parties.
2. One day, while a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank, an announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Smith please come to the front desk? We have your long-lost pet unicorn.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, glanced around, then sheepishly raised his hand. Inside, everyone burst into laughter as Mr. Smith turned out to be their friendly neighborhood librarian. The unicorn, it seemed, was just a mischievous little pony with a vivid imagination.
3. One afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank, he heard an odd message over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, if you see a small dog wearing a suitcase around town today, please inform us immediately.’ The next day, everyone in town was on the lookout for a tiny canine dressed like James Bond. Finally, a neighbor spotted the pup near the park, dragging behind it a battered old suitcase. They rushed back to the bank, where the relieved staff learned that the little guy had simply forgotten his lunch money inside.
4. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank, he saw something odd in one of the windows—a shadowy figure moving back and forth behind the glass. Curious, the driver got out and peered inside. It was just an old man, dusting off the counters with a feather duster. Turned out he’d been working there since before most people were born—and every night, he did his rounds, making sure everything was shipshape even after everyone else had gone home. The delivery guy ended up joining him for a cup of coffee, and they talked about life over at the local diner until closing time.