First Interstate Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in downtown Los Angeles when a First Interstate Bank teller noticed something unusual. As she opened the vault, a faint humming started coming from inside, growing louder with each passing minute. The hum grew so loud that soon everyone in the bank could hear it—even the customers stopped to stare. The teller calmly called her supervisor, who shrugged and said, 'Probably just our new air conditioning unit.' Turns out, it was indeed the AC, which had been quietly humming for months but only now decided to announce itself.

2. It was an ordinary Thursday afternoon inside the First Interstate Bank branch in Salt Lake City. A delivery driver was carefully counting cash for the night shift when he noticed something odd on the security camera feed. On the screen, a small bird had perched itself right next to the bank’s surveillance camera, its head tilted curiously as it peered into the room. The delivery driver burst out laughing and whispered to no one in particular, ‘Well, hello there, little guy! I guess you’re here for an adventure too!’ He quickly called his colleague outside, pointing towards the monitor with a smile. ‘Looks like our feathered friend is checking us out!’ By the end of the day, everyone in the neighborhood knew about the bank’s new security feature—a live-streaming birdcam.

3. It was just another Monday morning at the First Interstate Bank in Seattle. A regular customer, Mr. Smith, was making his usual deposit when he exclaimed, ‘I think I left my lucky pen in here last week!’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in with a box full of donuts. Smelling them, Mr. Smith suddenly remembered that he had indeed left something behind—a note from his wife saying, 'Donuts are on us today!' The whole bank burst out laughing.

4. It was a typical Friday afternoon at the First Interstate Bank in Chicago. A little boy, trailing behind his mom, suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and pointed excitedly. ‘Mommy,’ he whispered, ‘look at that painting on the wall—it’s moving!’ His mother glanced up and saw nothing unusual. His mother shook her head with a smile, thinking maybe it was just the light playing tricks. But then she noticed something odd—an older gentleman, standing nearby, had started humming softly to himself as if following along with the supposed movement. Realizing what might be happening, she gently nudged him and said, 'Sir, are you sure you're not listening to that new jazz album?' He looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into a laugh and replying, 'No ma’am, I’ve been here since dawn!'