About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up outside First Citizens Bank one morning, his truck groaning under the weight of boxes. As he opened the back door, something odd caught his eye—a small, old coin lying on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an unusual date—1947. Suddenly, a voice from inside called out, ‘Hey, that’s mine!’ Turning around, everyone saw an elderly gentleman waving frantically from the teller window. It seemed the coin was his great-grandfather’s, lost decades ago. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, handing over the treasure with a smile. That day, First Citizens Bank became known for its friendly staff—and occasional lost coins.
2. One day, a regular walked into First Citizens Bank and asked the teller, 'Do you guys ever run out of money?' The teller smiled and replied, 'Not usually, but today might be an exception.' The teller leaned in confidentially and added, ‘Hold on—our delivery guy is supposed to bring more cash any minute now.’ Just then, a delivery driver rushed through the door with a large box marked ‘MONEY’. The regular laughed and said, ‘I’ll take that as a yes!’
3. Early one foggy morning, as customers shuffled through the doors of First Citizens Bank, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a peculiar request. ‘Good morning,’ he said, ‘I’d like to open an account, but I only have coins.’ The teller smiled and nodded, beginning to count the pile. After several minutes, she looked up with a puzzled expression. ‘Sir, these are all pennies from 1955!’ The old man beamed proudly. ‘Yes, ma’am, that’s why I wanted to deposit them here—my great-grandson works at the mint across town.’
4. One morning, a customer approached the teller with a curious question: ‘Excuse me, but does your bank accept deposits in jars of coins?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Why yes, sir, we do!' The man then produced an old, dusty jar from his bag. After some time, he counted out exactly $178.39 and said, 'Thank you for accepting my coin deposit.' As it turned out, every Monday morning, this same gentleman would bring in his coin collection. The bank staff began calling him 'Coin Jar Charlie,' and everyone looked forward to seeing him.