Nevada State Bank/Anthem Village branch

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Nevada State Bank in Anthem Village with an unusual package. As he approached the door, everyone noticed something strange—an old man, wearing a fedora and carrying a briefcase, had just entered the bank. The old man casually walked over to the counter, opened his briefcase, and asked for a withdrawal. The teller looked puzzled but obliged. Suddenly, out popped a small robot that started dancing around the lobby! Everyone burst into laughter as the delivery guy whispered, 'Guess he forgot to sign for the new bank mascot.'

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Nevada State Bank in Anthem one afternoon, carefully unloading boxes from his truck. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed something strange: every single plant along the sidewalk seemed to be nodding its head in perfect synchronization. Curious, the driver leaned closer and realized each plant had a tiny metal weight attached to its pot. It was none other than Mr. Jenkins, their next-door neighbor, who’d been tinkering with secret gardening gadgets again. The delivery man laughed, thinking it was just another of Mr. Jenkins’ quirky antics.

3. One day, while closing the Nevada State Bank's doors for the night, an employee noticed something odd: every time they locked the vault, a faint tinkle of coins could be heard from inside. Intrigued but not alarmed, the employee decided to stay late one more night. Sure enough, when they finally closed and locked everything up, there was that little coin-tinkling sound again. Just as they were about to leave, a friendly voice called out from behind them: 'Hey, do you mind if I borrow some change? I'm just the delivery driver.' Turns out it was only a neighbor who liked to park his truck near the ATM.

4. Late one night, as the Nevada State Bank’s neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver pulled up outside. The air was suddenly filled with a strange, sweet scent—a whiff of something familiar yet exotic, like freshly baked cookies mixed with old money. As he approached the door, the aroma intensified, making him feel drowsy and nostalgic. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice from inside: 'Would you like some of these cookies?' Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman smiling warmly behind the counter—apparently, the bank had been baking treats for its neighbors after hours.