Nationwide

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Nationwide Bank's parking lot and noticed something peculiar in one of the empty baskets on a shopping cart. Curious, he picked it up—it was an old coin collection, carefully wrapped in brown paper. Upon closer inspection, the delivery driver realized that these coins were from the early 20th century—worth far more than anyone expected. Word spread quickly around town, and soon enough, neighbors started dropping off their own collections. It turned out that every few months, someone would leave an antique treasure in the same spot, creating a quirky tradition known only to those who lived nearby.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Nationwide Bank’s parking lot and noticed something odd: an old coin collection had mysteriously appeared on one of the benches. The driver picked it up curiously, only to discover that every coin was from a different country. He joked with his colleagues later that day, saying he’d found ‘the world’s smallest nation-wide bank.’ As it turned out, a neighbor had been cleaning their attic and decided to leave the coins as a friendly prank.

3. A neighborhood watch volunteer peered through Nationwide Bank’s windows one night, certain they saw movement inside after hours. Curious but cautious, they decided to investigate further. As they approached, a soft hum came from within—a radio playing oldies. Inside, an elderly janitor was dusting off the counters, singing along to Elvis. ‘I thought I saw something,’ whispered the volunteer, laughing. The janitor smiled and waved, saying, “Just me, minding my own business.”

4. At dawn, a jogger passing Nationwide Bank heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he slowed down, only to notice the doors were ajar. Curiously, he peered inside and saw nothing but rows of sleeping ATMs. Suddenly, one machine whispered, ‘Good morning!’ The jogger jumped back, startled, then burst out laughing. From that day on, whenever someone asked him how his runs went, he’d reply, ‘Oh, you know—just chatting with our friendly neighborhood ATM.’