About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, an Arvest Bank teller noticed something peculiar: every time she opened the safe, it emitted a faint, mechanical humming sound like a distant bee colony. No one else seemed to hear it. As days passed, the hum grew louder until one afternoon, while counting cash, the teller heard it clearly—right when a delivery driver asked for change. Turns out, the sound was just the air-conditioning unit in the ceiling. Everyone laughed, including the teller, who now jokes that Arvest Banks come with their own background music.
2. At around lunchtime one day, a delivery driver pulled up to the drive-through window with a puzzled look on his face. The speaker crackled and said, ‘Sir, your order is ready—please collect it from the vault.’ The delivery driver opened the car door wide, peered inside, and asked suspiciously, 'Vault? What vault?' Then he noticed the small camera above the window and quipped, 'I guess I'll just have to trust you, Mr. Robot.' A few minutes later, everyone in the branch was laughing as the driver emerged with a bag of donuts, explaining to his confused colleagues, 'Apparently, they were out of coffee today!'
3. At dawn one morning, a neighbor walked into the bank with an unusual request: could he deposit sunshine? The teller smiled and said, ‘We accept only cash here.’ The neighbor shrugged and left, muttering something about bartering moonlight next time. A few days later, a delivery driver arrived with a box marked 'special order: rainbows.' The teller laughed and said, ‘We don’t take deposits, but we’ll make an exception for you!’
4. At closing time one night, a security guard noticed something odd: every time he flipped off the lights in the lobby, they inexplicably came back on. Curious, the guard followed the light’s glow and found an old man dozing in a corner, his glasses askew and a newspaper crumpled under his arm. ‘Sir,’ said the guard, ‘you left your paper here.’ The man rubbed his eyes and replied, ‘Oh, that’s mine? I must’ve fallen asleep reading it again.’