Citibank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something odd in the bank’s parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to one of the ATM machines. Curious, he picked it up and opened it to find…nothing inside. But every day after that, another envelope appeared, always empty. Finally, on the fifth day, an old delivery driver found the envelope and decided to open it himself. Inside was just a note: ‘Dear Citibank Employee, please stop leaving these empty envelopes everywhere—it’s giving us all a headache!’

2. At night, when everyone had left, a security guard heard an eerie humming coming from inside the bank's basement. Curious but cautious, he approached the source only to discover rows of old safes emitting soft melodies. As he watched, one safe started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ while another joined in with ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’. Before long, every safe was singing different songs in harmony. The guard couldn’t help but smile and join in, dancing around like a fool until his colleague found him laughing in the empty lobby.

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank's loading dock and noticed a strange scent wafting from inside. It smelled like freshly baked cookies—an aroma so sweet it almost made him forget he was supposed to be delivering documents. Curious, he followed his nose through the fog until he found an open door leading into the vault. Inside, amidst stacks of cash, stood an elderly janitor humming softly to himself. ‘Oh, hello there!’ said the man, noticing the intruder for the first time. ‘Just making sure everything’s in order before closing,’ he added with a smile, holding a plate of cooling cookies. The delivery driver sheepishly explained his mistake, and they both shared a laugh over warm treats.

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank with a routine package. But as he approached the door, he noticed something unusual—an old-fashioned keyhole lock on the side entrance. Curious, he reached into his pocket and found an ancient skeleton key. With a twist, the door clicked open. Inside, everything was dark except for one glowing sign: 'Closed Sundays.' The delivery driver shrugged, left the package, and drove off, never realizing he'd just delivered the weekend's free entertainment to the neighborhood.