Arvest Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the Arvest Bank parking lot: an old, dusty violin case left behind. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Later that day, while everyone else was counting money, he began playing a few notes—only for the entire vault door to mysteriously open. The delivery driver, thinking fast, played some more notes and pretended to conduct the invisible orchestra. Everyone in the bank joined in, even the manager who started singing along. Turns out it was just an old, rusted lever that opened when someone pulled the right string. The whole thing became a neighborhood legend—the Arvest Bank Concert of ’98.

2. A customer entered the Arvest Bank one afternoon and asked the teller, 'Do you guys ever run out of money?' The teller smiled and replied, 'Not usually, but if we did, would that be such a bad thing?' Just then, an anxious delivery driver approached the counter, panting heavily. ‘Hey,’ he said, ‘I’ve got cash for my deposit—do you mind checking if it’s enough?’ The teller grinned and whispered back, ‘Don’t worry, we never run out of money here… unless someone decides to count it!’

3. A little girl walked into her grandmother’s kitchen one day and pointed excitedly outside. ‘Granny,’ she said, ‘look at that man dancing in front of Arvest Bank!’ The old lady looked up from her baking and laughed, shaking her head. ‘Honey, he isn’t dancing—he’s just standing there waving his arms around.’ Another day passed, and soon enough, everyone in town had their own theory—some thought he was conducting invisible orchestra, others believed he was practicing for a secret audition. But nobody ever bothered him because, after all, what’s more American than a guy waving his arms outside an Arvest Bank?

4. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived early at the Arvest Bank branch. As he approached the entrance, he heard a strange announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, customers! Due to an urgent matter, today’s interest rates are temporarily reversed—deposits now earn debt!’ Confused but determined, the old man opened his account and withdrew every penny, muttering something about ‘negative interest rates’ being a trick of the devil. Just then, a delivery driver walked in, exclaiming, 'Hey, I just saw your sign outside—can I deposit my debt here?' The teller smiled and replied, 'Welcome to Arvest Bank, sir!'