About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the bank’s parking lot—a mysterious envelope tucked under a car windshield wiper. Curious, he picked it up and found an old photograph inside, dated decades ago but with no explanation. Intrigued, he showed it to a delivery driver who happened to be passing by. The driver laughed and said, ‘Oh that? That’s just grandma’s old photo album she always leaves around.’ Turned out the envelope was filled with pictures from her youth, accidentally left behind during one of her frequent visits.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Yorkshire Building Society branch. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old cashier dancing enthusiastically to some unknown tune on his radio. The delivery man knocked gently, and when the cashier turned around, they both burst out laughing—turns out the radio was tuned to a local station playing nothing but old folk songs. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the Yorkshire Building Society, people would smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s where they keep their rhythm section!’
3. One autumn afternoon, while waiting for his turn at the teller window, an elderly gentleman asked curiously: ‘Do you know why Yorkshire Building Society has started printing “Open until sunset” on their sign?’ A young delivery driver overheard and joked, 'I bet they’re saving electricity!' The old man smiled wisely, replying, 'No sonny, it’s because our manager is a keen astronomer.' Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes the simplest explanations are the best.
4. While standing in line at the Yorkshire Building Society, a regular whispered to his friend: 'Did you see that old man just walked out with a stack of envelopes?' His friend shrugged and grinned: ‘Probably got some fancy discounts or something.’ Just then, an elderly gentleman wearing a tweed suit approached the counter, smiling broadly as he showed his membership card. Turning to them, he winked and said, “It’s not what you think—just my monthly statement!”