Truist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Truist and noticed something odd on the door: ‘Bank Closed for Lunch — Please Wait Inside.’ He parked his truck and walked in, only to find everyone else already inside, milling around confusedly. The delivery driver shrugged and joined them, waiting patiently until someone finally announced they’d ordered lunch from a nearby deli. Everyone cheered, relieved and hungry, as they filed out into the sunshine. The sign flipped back to normal just as they reached their cars—another day at Truist, where banking sometimes takes an unexpected turn.

2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Truist and noticed an old man whispering into his cell phone. As he watched curiously, the man suddenly started laughing so hard that he dropped his coffee—only for it to turn into steamy hot chocolate. The delivery driver grinned, thinking maybe Truist had their own secret coffee machine. Just then, another customer—a grumpy-looking neighbor—walked in muttering something about ‘stupid banks.’ But as he passed through the door, his umbrella transformed into a colorful parasol filled with balloons. Everyone burst out laughing, including the old man who’d been talking on his phone. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, realizing sometimes Truist was more magical than anyone could imagine.

3. One day after work, a regular walked into Truist and asked the teller, ‘Do you guys ever run out of money?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Never!’ A few days later, a delivery driver approached the counter with a puzzled look. ‘Hey,’ he said, ‘I brought some cash for deposit but they told me your ATM ate it.’ The teller nodded calmly and answered, ‘That’s not surprising—our ATM is always hungry!’

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Truist and noticed a sign on the door that read: ‘All transactions must be conducted in pairs today.’ Curious, he entered inside only to find everyone pairing their deposits with random items—a loaf of bread for twenty dollars, a single flower for fifty. A regular approached him and whispered, 'Just do it, man—it’s our little secret!' So, our delivery driver left with his paycheck neatly paired with an old umbrella.