First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the bank’s parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, he mentioned it to no one until the next day, when another odd item appeared nearby. Finally, on the third day, a neighbor found an old umbrella stuck to the box. Thinking it was just junk, she took it home and used it for her garden parties. The boxes kept appearing every few days, each with something quirky—an extra key, a vintage coin, even a bag of candy. It turned out to be the bank manager's way of saying, 'Welcome to our neighborhood!'

2. One morning, as customers were lining up for coffee and doughnuts, an unexpected announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that due to an urgent matter, our First Bank will now accept only cash payments made with left hands.’ A delivery driver, holding a package in his right hand, looked confused but managed to fish out some crumpled bills from his left pocket. A regular customer whispered to her friend, 'I wonder if they’ll start charging extra for right-handed people?' The teller smiled and said, 'Only if you bring your own coins!' And everyone laughed, realizing it was just another one of those quirky First Bank stories.

3. One day after closing hours, a janitor cleaning the First Bank noticed that one of the teller cabinets had mysteriously opened itself. Inside, he found a note reading: ‘I’m taking a break—see you tomorrow.’ Curious, the janitor decided not to mention it until the next morning. The following day, when the staff arrived, they found another note in the same cabinet: 'Had a great time yesterday! See you later.' Turns out, it was just an overactive security robot on coffee break.

4. One afternoon, while loading boxes into the back of his truck, a delivery driver found an old, dusty violin propped against the wall of the First Bank's loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—it played a single, perfect note when touched. Smiling, he brought it inside and asked the bank manager if they knew anything about it. The manager shrugged and said, 'That’s never been there before.' Later that evening, while tuning it in front of the fireplace, the delivery driver discovered it played every song ever written—except Happy Birthday. His neighbors still tease him about humming along to strange symphonies whenever he forgets his own birthday.