UMB Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an UMB Bank teller noticed something peculiar: every time she counted the coins in the drop box, her young daughter would run outside and point excitedly towards the building across the street. The teller watched curiously as a delivery driver arrived, opened the back of his truck, and started talking animatedly with someone invisible. Curious, the teller approached the man, who turned out to be just chatting with himself. She smiled and asked what he was doing. With a big grin, he replied, 'I'm negotiating the best rates for our next shipment!' Turned out, he was talking to his imaginary colleague from headquarters. Moral of the story? Even banks have their own version of Zoom meetings.'

2. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does that old safe always look like it’s smiling?’ An elderly janitor overheard and smiled knowingly. 'That ain't no ordinary safe,' he whispered. 'It's UMB Bank's secret smiley face vault. They say it brings good luck.' The delivery driver nodded, chuckling softly as he drove off, wondering if maybe the bank really did have a sense of humor after all.

3. Have you seen the way people line up outside UMB Bank after hours? A delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘What’s with those late-night visitors?’ Turns out, they were just waiting for their turn in the queue to withdraw some cash before hitting the nightlife. The delivery guy shook his head and muttered, 'Next time I'll know better than to ask questions around here.' And so, the urban legend of UMB Bank's midnight rush endures, a testament to good old-fashioned banking tradition.

4. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to UMB Bank. Glancing around, he noticed something odd—an empty parking lot usually filled with cars. As he approached the door, it slowly opened inward, revealing a friendly voice from inside: ‘Morning! Can I help you?’ Turns out, it was just the night security guard taking his dog for a walk. The delivery driver laughed and said, “Guess I’ll just leave the package here then.” And so began their weekly Sunday routine.