About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fulton Bank and noticed something strange—all the tellers were wearing identical hats with tiny flags on them. 'What’s going on here?' he asked himself as he parked his truck. Curious, he walked inside and approached one of the tellers. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘why do you all have these funny little flags?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Oh, it’s our new patriotic Friday tradition!’ The driver nodded and left, shaking his head but smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own flag hat.’
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Fulton Bank and approached the counter with a mysterious envelope. The teller asked him what it was for, but instead of answering, he simply smiled and said, ‘Just checking my balance.’ The teller looked puzzled for a moment, then opened the envelope curiously. Inside was just a single dollar bill and a note that read: 'To check if you're still doing your job right.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the old man who winked and left, never to return again.
3. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fulton Bank and found the parking lot eerily illuminated by a lone streetlight. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a tweed suit dancing around behind the counter. ‘Good morning!’ exclaimed the man, waving cheerfully. The delivery driver blinked several times before realizing it was just Mr. Jenkins, their friendly neighborhood retiree who often came in early for coffee. 'Oh,' said the driver, relieved but amused, 'I thought maybe you were…’ ‘A ghost?’ interrupted Mr. Jenkins with a twinkle in his eye. 'No, just my favorite way to wake up!'
4. At dusk one autumn evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Fulton Bank and heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a teller singing along to an invisible tune while processing transactions. As he watched, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a tiny golden microphone, smiling brightly as she continued her serenade. The delivery driver chuckled softly, thinking maybe she was just having a good day. When he left, he overheard another customer ask, ‘Isn’t that Mary? She always sings here!’ Turning back, he saw everyone in line grinning and tapping their feet in time with her unseen orchestra.