Bank of Little Rock

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning at Bank of Little Rock, an elderly gentleman approached the teller and said, 'Excuse me, I believe I've been overpaying my mortgage for years.' The teller looked puzzled but checked the records and found that indeed, every payment had been double what it should have been. The teller explained the mistake, and after some quick calculations, they realized he owed half as much as expected. Overjoyed, the old man exclaimed, ‘Thank heavens! Now I can finally retire in comfort!’ His neighbor, standing behind him, whispered jokingly, ‘Or you could just move here permanently—we’re used to seeing you anyway.’

2. One day at Bank of Little Rock, a delivery driver pulled up to the front door with a mysterious package marked ‘For Safe Keeping Only.’ The security guard eyed it warily but allowed entry. As he signed for the package, a voice over the intercom said simply, ‘Please take good care of our new safe deposit box.’ Over the next few days, everyone in the neighborhood started talking about the strange package. A regular customer asked the manager if they’d received any unusual deposits lately. With a smile, the manager replied, 'Yes, we got one—marked “For Safe Keeping Only.” And I can assure you, it's doing just fine!'

3. At Bank of Little Rock, a small boy followed his father into the lobby one Saturday afternoon. As they waited in line, he pointed excitedly at the ceiling, whispering, 'Dad, look—there’s a bird!' Their dad smiled and said, ‘Son, that’s not a bird—it’s just the reflection of the sun on our glasses.’ The boy thought for a moment then grinned, pointing again: ‘Oh, I get it! Then why is there another one over there?’ A confused delivery driver looked up from his package, muttering, ‘I’ve never seen two banks in one roof before!’

4. In the early dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, a man in a trench coat walked briskly into the Bank of Little Rock. He glanced around furtively before whispering something into his pocket watch. The teller raised an eyebrow but nodded discreetly. Moments later, the man emerged with a small envelope and a satisfied smile. As he left, he whispered into his watch again, ‘Another successful withdrawal.’ Turns out it was just an avid collector of antique pocket watches who’d found a loophole in the bank’s security.