First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in downtown Springfield when a delivery driver noticed something strange outside First Citizens Bank. The sun had barely risen over the old brick building, casting long shadows across the empty street. As he approached closer, he saw that someone had accidentally parked their bicycle inside the open door. A regular passing by laughed and said, ‘Looks like someone forgot their bike!’ And just like that, another day in Springfield began with a smile.

2. It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up outside First Citizens Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: every time he glanced at the clock above the entrance, it seemed to change speed. Finally, after several minutes of staring at the clock, the delivery driver realized that it wasn’t moving at all—it was just his reflection in the glass door making it look like it sped up and slowed down. With a laugh, he finished his delivery and went home, leaving behind only a slightly confused but ultimately amused security guard.

3. It was a quiet Tuesday morning when a voice crackled over the First Citizens Bank intercom: ‘Attention all customers and employees—your deposits are now officially insured by the world’s largest insurance company: Unseen Hands Insurance!’ The announcement caused a momentary panic, but soon everyone burst out laughing. A regular customer exclaimed, 'Finally, someone who’ll cover those late fees!' The delivery driver quipped, 'Now I can cash my tip in dollars or prayers.' And a neighbor whispered, 'Guess they’re not so first anymore...' The intercom then chirped again: 'And remember, your withdrawals are still covered by good old FDIC!'

4. It was a typical Thursday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up outside First Citizens Bank. As he unloaded boxes, someone whispered from behind him: ‘Watch your head!’ Startled, he looked up—and saw nothing but empty air. Startled, he looked up—and saw nothing but empty air. A moment later, an elderly gentleman walked out of the bank and said, ‘Did you drop something?’ The delivery guy replied, ‘No, sir, just my nerves.’ They both laughed, and the old man went on his way, muttering, ‘Kids these days, always in such a hurry.’