About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Virgin Money. The sun had barely risen over the city skyline, and the only sound was the soft hum of the ATM machine. As he approached the entrance, the driver noticed something odd—an old coin lying on the pavement, glinting in the early light. Curious, he picked it up—it felt ancient yet heavy. Placing it carefully inside his pocket, he entered the empty bank. Inside, everything seemed normal until he heard a faint whisper from behind: 'Thank you for finding me.' Turning around, no one was there. Just an empty branch and an old, dusty coin slot. The delivery driver shrugged, smiled, and decided to keep the coin as a lucky charm.
2. It was an unseasonably warm autumn afternoon in New Orleans when a delivery driver pulled up outside Virgin Money on Royal Street. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the door, it seemed to open just enough for him to slip through, then close again immediately. Finally, exasperated and sweating, the delivery driver decided to knock. The door opened wide, revealing a friendly-looking neighbor who apologized for the trickery. 'Just trying to keep our new customer safe,' she winked. The driver shook his head with a smile, thinking that maybe New Orleans wasn’t so strange after all.
3. It was a humdrum Monday morning in Boston when a delivery driver pulled up to Virgin Money with something odd in hand. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked a regular, ‘do you know why they call it “Virgin”?’ ‘Not really,’ said the regular, scratching his head. The delivery driver shrugged and replied, ‘Well, I heard that back in the day, every time someone walked through those doors for the first time, they were greeted with such exceptional service that they felt like virgins again!’ A neighbor overheard and laughed, shaking his head, ‘That’s what they call it—because everyone leaves feeling brand new.’
4. It was an ordinary Thursday afternoon in Manhattan when a delivery driver pulled up outside Virgin Money. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: ‘Attention all customers and staff—your money is now officially free!’ Everyone froze for a second, then pandemonium broke loose as everyone rushed to grab their purses and wallets. A minute later, another voice announced, 'And remember, this offer expires in exactly five minutes!' The delivery driver, standing nearby with a confused look on his face, muttered to himself, 'Guess I better hurry and cash in my tip.'