First Interstate Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when First Interstate Bank closed its doors for the night, a mysterious figure began appearing in the empty lobby. A delivery driver noticed first—every morning, an envelope with no return address would mysteriously appear on his desk. Soon enough, everyone in town started talking about it. One day, a neighbor dropped by and joked, ‘Maybe that’s your long-lost relative sending you secret messages!’ The delivery driver laughed and said, “Next time I’ll bring him some cookies.” And ever since then, along with the envelopes came fresh baked goods every evening.

2. At closing time, when First Interstate Bank's neon sign flickered off, an old man with a fedora would emerge from the shadows. He’d walk straight past the guards and enter the empty lobby, where he’d greet the silent vault door with a knowing smile. The old man would tap three times on the vault door, and it would slowly swing open, revealing rows of neatly stacked coins. With a wink, he’d say, ‘Goodnight, Mr. Vault,’ and disappear into thin air, leaving behind only a faint echo of laughter. The next morning, no one ever noticed anything amiss—except maybe the janitor who found a single dime under the counter.

3. One morning, a delivery driver found something peculiar in the bank’s loading dock—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Pens.’ No one claimed it, and soon everyone started taking pens whenever they needed them. Soon enough, people stopped noticing where the pens came from—and even began leaving extra ones around the office. One day, an old lady popped her head into the bank and asked, 'Is that your little pen fairy?' Everyone laughed, realizing their own mythical First Interstate Pen Lady had been delivering free stationery for months.

4. At lunchtime, as employees rushed out of First Interstate Bank, one noticed an odd note taped to the glass door. It read: ‘Bank open until midnight—bring your lunch!’ Curious, a regular customer decided to bring sandwiches every day after work. Soon enough, others joined in—a delivery driver brought sushi, a neighbor baked cookies, and even the janitor contributed his homemade soup. By dusk, the bank lobby transformed into a makeshift cafeteria, complete with tables and chairs, where everyone chatted over their meals. The note remained on the door for weeks, inspiring small acts of kindness and camaraderie among strangers.