Truist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Truist and noticed something peculiar—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the glass doors. The sound grew louder as he approached, almost like an orchestra tuning up before a concert. As he stepped closer, he saw dozens of tiny robots dancing in perfect formation on the floor—each one holding a small flag with the Truist logo. They were practicing their synchronized movements for some mysterious event. Smiling, the delivery driver quietly closed the door and decided never to mention what he'd seen. The next day, everything was back to normal.

2. One day, while customers were settling in for their morning coffee, an unexpected announcement crackled over the loudspeaker: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Moneybags please report to Customer Service? Your presence is requested.’ Soon, everyone in line turned around to see who this mysterious Mr. Moneybags was. A gruff-looking old man shuffled up to the counter, wearing a tattered hat and carrying a battered briefcase. The teller asked him politely, 'Mr. Moneybags?' He replied, 'No, I'm just a regular.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor confused man.

3. One afternoon, a small dog ran into the lobby of Truist, causing everyone to stop and stare. The confused pooch seemed more curious than aggressive, sniffing around the teller counters until someone offered him a treat. Finally, an employee noticed the dog’s collar had a phone number. A few minutes later, a concerned neighbor arrived to claim their furry friend. Everyone in the lobby burst out laughing when they saw the relieved look on both owner and canine faces. That day, Truist became known as ‘the bank where dogs get treats’.

4. One evening, as a regular was leaving Truist after making a deposit, he heard someone whispering from inside the empty lobby. Curious, he turned around—and saw nothing but shadows. Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to peek one more time before heading home. This time, he thought he saw a faint glow behind the counter. As he approached, a sleepy voice said, 'Can I help you?' Turned out it was just an overnight security guard dozing off with his flashlight on. The regular laughed and joked that maybe next time he should leave a note instead of whispering—leaving both of them smiling.