Old National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old regular arrived early at Old National Bank, carrying a large canvas bag. As he approached the teller window, everyone noticed something unusual: instead of money or documents, he kept pulling out tiny packets wrapped in brown paper. Turns out, it was just a delivery driver bringing breakfast for everyone—eggs, bacon, and fresh pastries! The whole bank had a hearty laugh that morning.

2. One day, while making a routine deposit, a bank teller noticed something peculiar on the counter: a small envelope addressed to ‘The Manager’ with no return address. She opened it carefully and found inside an old coin collection from the 1950s—complete with a note saying, ‘Hope you enjoy these coins as much as I enjoyed banking here!’ Turned out the envelope belonged to an elderly neighbor who used to work there decades ago and had accidentally left it behind one day. The manager smiled, thinking, ‘Now that’s what I call a lucky deposit.’

3. Late one night, as the moon reflected off the old brick walls of Old National Bank, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread, carried in from a nearby bakery. But what caught everyone’s attention wasn’t just the aroma—it was the sound of laughter coming from inside. As he peered through the window, he saw an elderly teller laughing heartily while counting money, joined by a friendly janitor who was humming along to some old tune. Startled, the delivery driver knocked on the door, only for both to turn around and greet him warmly, inviting him in for coffee. It turned out that it was just another late-night get-together among longtime employees—an unofficial tradition at Old National Bank.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Old National Bank with a mysterious crate marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the entrance, he muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they know what to do with this thing.’ The guard eyed him suspiciously but waved him in. The driver placed the crate on the counter and whispered, 'Just tell them it's for the safe deposit box.' A few minutes later, everyone was laughing as the bank manager tried unsuccessfully to open the wrong kind of safe. Moral of the story? Always read the label.