Nevada State Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Nevada State Bank one morning, frowning as he tried to unlock his truck. Suddenly, the old safe in the corner started making an odd clicking sound. The driver thought it was some kind of trick and called out, ‘Hey, safe! Stop that clicking or I’ll call maintenance!’ To everyone’s surprise, a small voice from inside replied, ‘I’m not clicking, you’re just rusty.’ A regular passing by laughed so hard he almost spilled his coffee.

2. In the dead of night, a shadowy figure approached the Nevada State Bank's empty parking lot. The moonlight reflected off a lone bicycle, its tires whispering against the pavement as it circled the building. Suddenly, from around the corner came an old man on his electric scooter. ‘Hey!’ he called out. ‘What’s a young fellow like you doing here so late?’ The figure sheepishly replied, ‘Just checking if the bank is open.’ The old man laughed heartily and said, ‘Son, that bank closed years ago—now it’s just my garden shed!’

3. On an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, a neighbor walked into Nevada State Bank with a peculiar request. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘can you tell me how much money I’ll get if I exchange my old washing machine for cash?’ The teller looked puzzled but replied politely that they only exchanged currency. The neighbor nodded and left, muttering something about ‘next time I’ll try the appliance store.’

4. Why did that old lady keep going inside Nevada State Bank every Tuesday? No one knew for sure, but she always left with a big smile on her face. One day, a delivery driver noticed her entering the bank and decided to follow discreetly. Turns out, every Tuesday she would buy a giant box of donuts from the cashier—who happened to be her long-lost cousin! They’d chat for half an hour before she left, laughing and carrying boxes full of sugary treats.