Arvest Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Arvest Bank, an elderly gentleman regularly withdrew his pension every Thursday. One day, as he approached the counter, the teller’s drawer started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ on its own. The old man grinned and said, ‘I guess today is my lucky day!’ The teller, startled but smiling, quickly turned off the music. The old man laughed heartily and replied, 'Well, I never expected such a welcome!' From then on, whenever anyone came in late on Thursdays, they’d hear the soft strains of 'Happy Birthday' from the teller’s drawer—an unexpected yet cheerful reminder that life can be full of surprises.

2. At Arvest Bank, customers noticed something peculiar one morning when they arrived for their daily transactions. A large sign had been taped to the front door reading, 'Today is not Tuesday.' Curious, a regular customer asked the teller, ‘Is today really not Tuesday?’ The teller shrugged and replied, ‘I don’t know, ask the sign!’ Soon, everyone in town was checking the sign before doing anything important. One day, a delivery driver even stopped mid-route to double-check if it was indeed not Tuesday. When he returned, his boss joked, ‘You’re late again, Mr. Arvest Bank Schedule!’

3. At Arvest Bank, a delivery driver once parked his truck outside and noticed an unusual sound coming from inside the building. Every time he opened the door, it seemed like someone was humming softly but nobody was around. Finally, after hours of puzzling, the delivery guy found himself humming along—only to realize that the soft tune was actually coming from a nearby vending machine playing old folk songs. Everyone at Arvest Bank had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

4. At Arvest Bank, a delivery driver once parked his truck outside and noticed an unusual sound coming from the ceiling. Curious, he peered up and saw a small bird trapped inside, chirping frantically. The driver gently opened the door and reached up, carefully catching the little fellow in his hands. With a smile, he carried the bird outside and watched it fly away into the sunset. A few minutes later, a neighbor approached, shaking her head with a laugh: ‘That’s the third time this week someone brings back our escaped pigeons!’