Truist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl ran into her mom and said, ‘Mom, why is that man talking to himself in front of Truist?’ The woman looked up and saw an elderly gentleman muttering something under his breath as he walked past the bank’s entrance. The mother smiled and whispered back, ‘Oh honey, he must be one of those secret agents practicing their disguise.’ They both giggled as they entered the bank, leaving the old gentleman still muttering away outside. Later that day, while walking home, the little girl saw the same man helping a delivery driver with his heavy box. She turned to her mom and asked, ‘Mom, was that really a secret agent?’ Her mom laughed and replied, ‘No sweetie, just our friendly neighborhood Truist Banker!’

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Truist Bank and asked the teller, 'Excuse me, miss, can you help me? I just deposited my life savings, but now I can't remember how much it was!' The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘Don’t worry, sir. We’ll figure it out together.’ They both laughed softly as they went through his recent transactions. Finally, she said, ‘Ah-ha! Your deposit was exactly $8,765.30!’ The old man nodded proudly, then turned to leave—only to realize he’d forgotten something important. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked, ‘Is that with or without interest?’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Truist Bank’s drive-through window with a puzzled look on his face. Inside, he found not just cash but also a mysterious envelope addressed to no one in particular. The envelope was sealed with an old-fashioned wax stamp and contained a note reading: ‘For whoever finds this—please return it to Mr. Johnson.’ The delivery driver shrugged and drove home, slipping the envelope under his neighbor’s door as a prank. The next morning, everyone in town received a personalized thank-you card from Mr. Johnson for their unexpected generosity.’

4. A neighborhood kid was playing near Truist Bank one afternoon when he noticed something odd. He kept hearing faint whispers coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through a window and saw an old janitor humming softly as he dusted the counters. The boy waved, but the man didn’t notice—his eyes were fixed on an antique ledger book. Turns out, the whispers were just the janitor singing along to his favorite oldies station. Moral of the story? Banks can be pretty quiet places… unless they’re listening to classic rock!